With a blast of smoke, the Wicked Witch appeared in the castle, "I have poisoned the princess. If you want her back, you shall have to give me..."

  The King interrupted, "Wait, witch, which princess?"

  "Uh, does it matter?" The Witch asked, confused.

  "Yes," the King said sternly.

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  "Uh... well, the oldest one." The Witch stated.

  "Oh, good." The King sat back on his throne, relieved.

  "Good? What?" the Witch sputtered as the King shrugged. "Um, anyway..." the Witch continued, trying to regain control. "I have poisoned..."

  "Hey! It's you from the road!" the princess interrupted as she strolled into the throne room. "That apple was pretty good, but your poison? Kinda weak. Thanks for the nice nap, though."