The princess approached with her magnificent dress trailing behind her and a spoon in the air. She pranced about in a frenzy, not an ounce of pity or remorse for her prey. The queen knew that this was her moment to attack. She left her hiding spot and leapt at the princess, aiming for the tender flesh just above her knees. The princess spun around with the agility of a child in a playground, twirling on one foot and lunging towards the queen. But all too soon she lost her balance and fell to the ground, landing flat on her back, exposing her white-furred chest and stomach, as well as sugar-dusted cheeks. This time it was the queen's turn to fall upon her foe. She crawled forward until she had pressed her face into the princess's soft underbelly and began to chew.