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While the wind whistled through the trees, Jaya and her best friend, Austin, lay in her backyard. Beep, beep, beep went the door as Jaya’s mom, Mrs. Nallark, entered the house, so both kids got up and ran into the house.
“Mom, did I get any mail today?” Jaya asked. She had been waiting for another letter from her French pen pal.

“Is that all I get? No ‘hellos’ or even a ‘hey’?” Jaya’s mom replied.

“Hi, Mrs. Nallark. Did you have a good day?” Austin said cheerfully.

“See, Jaya? That is what I want when I get home from work. You did get a letter, but it’s not from your pen pal. It’s from your Great Uncle Timothy and it is addressed to Jaya and Austin!” exclaimed Mrs. Nallark.

Immediately, Jaya ran into the dining room, grabbed the letter, and ran back into the kitchen. She and Austin ripped open the unexpected letter and took it out. It read:

My dearest Jaya, and her best friend, Austin,

Your great, great, great grandmother owned a very special box. In it was “the meaning of life”. She instructed her heirs to pass on this box until it reached the fifth generation after her. That is you. She also instructed whoever had the box when the fifth generation was of age, to put the special keys in a secret place that they must find. I have already done that for you. Now you must find the keys to inherit “the meaning of life”.  Your first clue is” Look for a tile on your number____ eye”.
Love,
Your Great Uncle Timothy Wilkins

P.S. I have included three tickets to London so that one of your parents can go with you. London is where you will find your next clue.
Mrs. Nallark read the letter and took out the tickets. “I will go with you on your adventure,” she declared. “I haven’t had good fun in a while!”

After telling Austin’s parents about the trip and getting permission for him to go, Mrs. Nallark, Jaya, and Austin set out on their journey.

On the plane to London, Austin and Jaya were discussing where the key might be hidden. “‘Look for a tile on your number ___ eye.’ That’s what the clue is,” Austin stated.

“Yeah, it’s really confusing.”

“Well, we know it has something to do with… oof. The person sitting next to me keeps trying to sleep on me!” Austin exclaimed as he pushed his seat partner away from him. “Anyway, it has to do with an eye. Do you know of any famous London eyes?”

“That’s it! The next clue is at the London Eye! Good job!” Jaya said excitedly. “Now we just need to figure out the number part.”

Austin replied, “When we get to the London Eye, we might be able to see something with numbers.” The threesome got off the plane, checked in at the hotel, which was called Covent Garden Hotel, and then went to the London Eye.

When they got there, Austin explained to Jaya’s mom that they needed to look for numbers. Looking for numbers wasn’t very hard because soon after they started searching, Jaya called out, “There are numbers on the Ferris Wheel!”

“Now we just need to figure out what to do with the numbers. Maybe we need to look for a specific number,” Austin told Jaya and her mom.
“My father always told me that ‘the best way to find answers is by asking questions’ so that is what we should do. Maybe we should ask the ride operator,” suggested Mrs. Nallark. So, they all went over to the operator and asked him if he knew Timothy Wilkins. Saying that he did indeed know Timothy Wilkins, the operator told them that the number was 23 and that they needed to figure out what to do with it. Then he gave them all tickets to ride the Ferris wheel.

Soon they soon realized that the number 23 was referring to the Ferris wheel car and that they probably needed to ride in that car. So, using the tickets that they had just gotten, they got into the car. There they found a little glass tile with the word “Meaning” on it, a clue, and three plane tickets to Egypt.

“This must be the first key,” Jaya said excitedly.  “Let’s read the next clue!”

To find your next tile, you need to go to the great place that points to the sky.

“There are tickets to Egypt! I’ve always wanted to go to Egypt! What in Egypt points to the sky?” Asked Austin. All three sat on the Ferris wheel thinking. “Ooh! Ooh! I got it! The Great Pyramid at Giza! It’s a pyramid, so it ‘points to the sky’!” Austin said, quoting from the clue.

“No. It’s obviously the Heliopolis Obelisk in Cairo. It’s the oldest obelisk in Egypt,” explained Jaya.

“NO!” yelled Austin. “Why would they italicize the GREAT, if the clue led to the OLD obelisk?”

“It’s at the Obelisk!”

“Pyramid!”

“Obelisk!” And just like that the friends, who had been friends for forever and always, stopped being friends.

On day two of their adventure, Jaya, her mom, and her best friend got on a plane to Egypt. “I’m so excited! I’ve always dreamed of going to Egypt!” said Austin to Ms. Nallark, jittering with excitement.

When they landed, they didn’t even bother checking into their hotel, they went straight to the Great Pyramid because Mrs. Nallark had sided with Austin and agreed that the clue probably was at the Great Pyramid at Giza. When the not-friend kids and Mrs. Nallark got to the pyramid, they once again used the asking-questions tactic. The tour guide at the bottom of the pyramid seemed like a good person to talk to, so they went over to him.

Since neither of the children wanted to talk, Jaya’s mom asked the guide, “Do you know a Timothy Wilkins? We need to know if you have anything from him.”

“Hmmm. Timothy Wilkins, you say? Oh! Yes! I am supposed to give you this,” the guide said as she pulled out a trio of tickets to Paris, a glass tile with the word “of,” and a note, which read:

Up, up and up. I have many stairs. Up, up, up.

“We need to go to the Eiffel Tower,” Jaya and Austin said in unison and then they both turned away.

“I said it first and I thought you were my friend and you would be nice to me!” shouted Jaya.

“We are not friends!” Austin angrily screamed.

“I guess we can just skip going to the hotel and head to the airport because our plane is in two hours,” Mrs. Nallark stated. That being said, the mom and the still-fighting kids were on their way to Paris.

In Paris, the group yet again skipped the hotel and headed to the Eiffel Tower in a taxi smelling of dead fish. Near the Eiffel Tower were a lot of shops, so Jaya and her opposite-of-a-best-friend co-traveler went to a bakery and got croissants.  After their quick snack break, the trio started to try to figure out what to do next. “Mom, I think we need to go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower,” Jaya said matter-of-factly.

“I think you’re right, Jaya. Up we go!” said Mrs. Nallark. And up they did go. At the top, they searched for anything that might be helpful.

Finally, Austin shouted, “I found something I think it is the next clue!”
“I could have easily found that,” said Jaya, annoyed at her used-to-be friend, but she went over to him and read the note.

You have found your last tile. Now you have to go to 2839 Scaford Lane, Albany, NY 12212. I have enclosed three tickets to New York. There you will meet me and I will give you “the meaning of life.” I must warn you, when you open the box there is one last puzzle to complete. Your adult supervisor/helper cannot assist you in any way while you put together the last puzzle.
Love,
Your Great Uncle Timothy Wilkins

Inside the envelope, was the last glass tile, which said, “Life.” “Oh, I get it! The tiles spell out ‘Meaning of Life’,” explained Jaya. “We stayed in one out of three of our hotels. Can we stay in this last one? Please.”

“Sure we can, Jaya,” replied her mom.

“Finally, we’re going back home to the U.S.A. where I can hang out with my real friends,” said Austin exhaustedly.  After sleeping the night in the hotel at Jaya’s request, the tired-from-adventuring group went to New York, their last destination.

When they arrived at 2839 Scaford Lane, they were greeted by a woman in a maid’s uniform.

“Hello! Welcome to the Wilkins Estate. I am Mary, Mr. Wilkins’ housemaid. Please come in. He has been expecting you,” she explained and then took us up to the top of the grand house. There, Jaya, Austin, and Mrs. Nallark met Mr. Wilkins for the first time.

“Jaya.  Austin. Mrs. Nallark. Good afternoon,” he greeted the group as he noticed that something was wrong with how the kids were acting with each other the kids.

“What is going on? Is something wrong?”

“Umm, well, Jaya and Austin had a fight, and now they aren’t friends,” Mrs. Nallark explained to her uncle. He looked concerned for a second, but then he smiled. It wasn’t a big smile. You couldn’t see it unless you were trying to look for it, but it was there.

“Well, let’s get straight down to business. I presume you have all three tiles. May I see them?” he asked calmly. As Austin showed him the delicate glass tiles, he nodded as if in deep thought. “Well then, I guess it is time for me to give you my great grandma’s box.” He went into the next room and came back carrying an intricately designed box about the size of a small tissue box. On the box were three, square holes. “Please put your tiles in place.”

Jaya did as he said and put the three tiles in the holes, so that they read out “Meaning of Life.”  When she set the last tile in place, the box slowly glided open. Inside the beautiful box sat two crystal puzzle pieces.

“Where’s the ‘Meaning of life’?” Austin asked.

“Oh, you will find it when you put the pieces together. My niece cannot help you. You and Jaya have to do it yourselves, and I know that you’re not friends anymore, but you will just have to be able to stay in the same room as her. Do you think you can handle that to get the ‘Meaning of Life’?” Austin grunted in reply.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it. Goodbye! If you need anything just push that little button over there and someone will come. Have fun! And remember, ‘The end lies in the beginning’,” Mr. Wilkins said as he ushered everybody, except the two kids, out of the room.

“Now what do we do?” asked Jaya.

“I don’t know about you, but I really want to figure out what the meaning of life is. And you can do what you want to, but I am putting these pieces together, whether you like it or not!” said Austin in annoyance. He tried to jam the pieces together, but it didn’t work. After a while, Austin let Jaya try and she did to no avail. They quarreled and argued and fought, but eventually they realized that they were really best friends all along and that friends are one of the most important things in life.

“We don’t need to open some lame box to figure out that the meaning of life is having true friends, like you, Austin,” Jaya said as they put the two pieces together, each holding one piece. As they did, words carved themselves into the crystal. They read:

Life has many meanings, but one of the most important is friendship.

Smiling, Austin said, “Wow. That was a little bit of magic, but I didn’t need magic puzzle pieces to tell me that all I needed was a true friend because I already figured that out when I met you, Jaya.”

“’The end lies in the beginning’. That’s what he said, and it is true. We were great friends in the beginning, and we are great friends now,” replied Jaya.  The true friends realized that they had always needed each other and would always need each other, no matter what.

“Grandmother, what is this painting supposed to be about? It’s so, um, grey,” Anna says to me. She is pointing to a bleak grey painting of a broken down shack with a tin bucket on the doorstep I had made many years ago.

“Oh, Anna, it is such a long story, I am not sure you will want to hear it,” I tell her.

“Oh, but Grandmother, I love stories!” she says eagerly. I can never resist her joy. It makes me warm inside to know she is happy.

“Alright Anna, I will tell you about the painting.” I sit down on my favorite green armchair, and Anna sits on the worn red rug in front of me. She rests her head on her hands, and I can tell she is ready to listen to my story.

“When I was 13 years old, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Do you know about that?” I begin.

“Yeah, we learned about that last year,” Anna says. “It was during WWII when the Japanese launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. It forced the United States to declare war on the Japanese, entering the U.S. into WWII.”

“Right, well after that, the President made a law that all Japanese Americans had to go to internment camps, places to hold enemy aliens and prisoners of war. I found this out when mother and I were making dinner. I remember that we were making my favorite dish, Hayashi rice, rice with beef stew on top. Father came home from work with a pained look on his face. I remember that he sat his worn leather briefcase down on the kitchen table and hung up his hat and coat like he did every night. But this time, he sat down at the table and put his head in his hands.

‘Hiroki! What is the matter?’ Mother asked him.

‘Oh, Yuna, Aya, this news pains me so much. Two months ago, the Japanese bombed a place called Pearl Harbor. Now, because the government is scared, and the Japanese are their enemy…’ He paused and sighed. ‘Right after the bombing they began construction on internment camps, places where all of the Japanese Americans will be forced to go to. We, too, must go and can only bring one suitcase each.’

‘But Hiroki, we do not even own any suitcases!’ Mother said.

‘We will make do. I can find some at the thrift shop. We only can pack what we will absolutely need.’ I burst into tears and thought to myself, ‘Oh, no, I must leave all of my precious painting supplies behind.’ Painting was my passion, even then. I would have to leave behind all of the paintings that I had labored over and been so proud of throughout my life.  Father let me take one tin of paints and two brushes because he knew of my sorrows. With that tin of paints I made the painting you are holding right now, Anna,” I said.
“Really, Wow?!” Anna exclaimed.

“Yes, I created many more, but I had to leave most of them behind, and all of the others except for that one were lost one way or another.

We had to leave the next evening so I went to pack up some clothes. I only took what was necessary. When I brought my small pile of clothing and tin of paints to stuff into the new, but very worn suitcases, I found Mother hunched over with a pile of clothing in her hands.  At first I thought she was trying to fit more things in, but when I saw her shoulders shaking, I realized, my mother was crying. I’ll never forget that moment because it was the first and only time I saw my mother cry.

We arrived at the camp to find a partially built building. Father approached the guard who was standing outside of the tall barbed-wire fence. I could see the uniformed man was heavily armed with a machine gun. I could not hear what he said but when Father returned, he shook his head and said, ‘We will be in a room with a family of five; their name is Sasaki, and they have a daughter named, May, who is Aya’s age.’ Father said with a wink. Secretly, I hoped that I could find a friend at this camp and Father seemed to know how I felt.

When we found our room, the Sasaki family was already there. The room was small and cramped. There were eight small, rickety cots with mattresses so thin they were almost invisible. From the ceiling, a single light bulb hung by a thin black wire. The floor was hard and bare, and the room was icy cold. Outside there was a shared bathroom for about 20-30 rooms.

My parents were trying to get to know our new roommates. They kept beckoning me to come over from my spot on my cot, but I pretended I didn’t notice. I sank my face into the musty pillow and started to cry. I hated that new place and I hated the government for forcing us to go there.

When the bell rang for dinner the hallway outside our door was suddenly filled with other Japanese families. We filed into a long mess hall and everybody started to gravitate towards the food. I had no appetite, but I took some potato salad, so I would have something in my stomach. The whole meal I was silent and picked at the potatoes. One of the Sasaki’s children, May, kept on staring at me. May, you remember, was the girl Father told me about, who was my age. In any other circumstance I would have introduced myself right away and gotten to know her, but I had no desire to do anything right then. The camp, that place, seemed to take the friendly part of me away.

Finally, May spoke up and said, ‘So, your name is Aya.’

‘Yes,’ I said and looked back down at my potato salad.

‘I’m May,’ she said.

‘I know,’ I replied. May must have gotten the clue that I wasn’t in the mood to talk so she gazed back to the fish on her plate and sighed.

Our room was cold, and my head hurt from crying. The thin mattress felt like I was sleeping on a board and I could not find a position that was comfortable. I guess I must have fallen asleep, eventually, because the next thing I knew, the sun shone in the small window and I awoke to seven other people moving around. I looked for a clock to see what time it was, but there was none. As soon as I got out of bed the bell for breakfast rang.

Sleeping must have given me a new appetite because I devoured a slice of French toast and a bowl of cereal. I felt bad about how cold I was with May so I said, ‘Do you like to paint?’

‘Yes, I do,’ she said, ‘do you?’

‘Yes, I even brought some paints and brushes,’ I replied.

‘You did? So did I!’ she exclaimed.

‘Would you like to paint with me this afternoon?’ I asked.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘see you then.’ Her family got up from the table to go say hello to the Sumiko family.

May and I met outside the building with our paints, and some paper we had found. She immediately started to paint a herd of rainbow horses. ‘Do you like horses?’ I asked her.

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘my family owned a farm outside of Poston with many beautiful horses. We had to sell it because of this place,’ May sighed.

‘Oh, I see,’ I said, ‘That is so sad, I’m sorry.’ May kept on adding more and more horses until her paper was filled with color and horse shapes. My paper remained blank with the exception of a tin bucket painted in watery grey.

May looked at the painting, then away at her watch and said, ‘Dinner is soon, we should go back to our room.’

The rest of our time spent in the Poston internment camp was spent together. Eventually a school was built and May and I entered the eighth grade. We made more friends, but May and I remained the closest.”

“Wow, Grandmother,” Anna says, “that is an amazing story. I mean that’s so cool!”
“Yes, Anna,” I reply, “I suppose it is. Now help me set up for when May comes for tea.”

 

 

One simple game. Just a silly computer game. Harmless. No, it actually isn’t. Ever since people have started to download the game, it’s gone all wrong. It’s because everyone’s missing.

About three years ago is when it started. Moji Enterprises had released their newest game. Moji is popular for the addictive games you really can’t put down. I have to admit, most of my devices have been filled up with their apps. Demons Demise, Red Fox, you name it. I have a brother, Gregory, and a mom. My dad is never usually around, business reasons and all. Of course, they have some Moji games, too. But Moji did something different; they released a computer game. They typically only make mobile games, but this one was for the computer.

Yeah, what’s the big deal? It’s great. I can play my games on the computer, too. That’s what I should have been thinking, but I was skeptical. The game was called “Hall Pass.” The goal was to go to different classrooms and collect items. But there are obstacles in the hallway, and the hallway looks like a maze. By day two it had 2,983,297 downloads. I didn’t download it because I didn’t have enough space on my computer. After a month or two, my skepticism subsided, and I decided to clear some space and download it.

Five minutes after beginning the download, an icon that looked like an open book appeared on the desktop. I double-clicked and it opened. It loaded for a while. The graphics looked really funny, pixelated. Funny, Moji’s games are always in HD quality. Something didn’t feel right. What was I so worried about?

My mother’s voice called from downstairs. She set the table and made dinner. Gregory inhaled his meal, and ran upstairs. He was silent the entire meal.
“This new game is really addicting. My own child won’t say a word, too busy thinking about that game,” said my mom with a laugh. My mom hates electronics, or anything that has to do with them. “Aren’t you hungry, or has the gaming virus invaded your head?” she asked.

“No, no. I’m just tired.” I replied. “Can I go to bed?”

“Fine. Only saying okay, because I’m worried you haven’t been getting sleep,” she said. I ran upstairs to my computer. A button graphic had appeared:

CLICK TO START

I clicked the button, expecting instructions, or the game. Instead another “Click to start” button appeared. Then another appeared, and I clicked it again. They kept appearing, as I kept clicking them. The screen glitched up, turned green with lines, and lines of code. I was frustrated. I absolutely HATED viruses. The screen slowly turned white. There was a flash and my picture showed with my brother’s and my mother’s.  My address turned up, and then the computer shut down.

I screamed out of fear. I ran downstairs, looking for my mother, but couldn’t find her. I returned to my room, and hid in the covers.

About 30 minutes later, I heard the front door open, thinking it was my mother. I quietly went down the stairs to look. I was wrong.

A man in a gray suit and white hair stood in the doorway, then started up the stairs after me. Two more men came in with guns and went with him. I ran to Gregory’s room, and locked the two of us inside. The three men knocked it over, and shot us both.
It was a huge blur from there.

I woke up in a white gown in a small, gray room. I tried to scream but nothing came out. A door opened and the same man in the suit comes in. He has my brother by the feet. Gregory’s eyes are wide with fear. He was thrown in with me, and the door was locked. I could talk.

“Don’t worry, momma’s coming.” I said to my brother.  We peered out the room’s only window to see thousands, maybe millions of people in a line. They looked drowsy, and wore plain clothes. And at the end of that never-ending line, was my mother. I thought I was hallucinating. I blinked, and she was gone.

I realized this a sweatshop run by Moji. Anyone who is out of line gets killed, along with his or her family. I stay silent, never saying anything, in fear my brother and I would get killed. My name is no longer the one I had. It is now 6383H. I kept telling myself, “Don’t worry, momma’s coming”, but I very well know that isn’t true.

My job is to put in the batteries of phones. The two women next to me are 4026W and 1952D, but since we’re now friends, I call them Alyson and Kate. About 15 families are killed each week, usually by one individual gone mad. My brother works at the other end of the station with the screens.

Two years have passed. I realize now that most gaming companies have collaborated with Moji, and they’re using this virus. If you ever come across a game that has the exact words, “Click to start”, delete it. Delete it right that very moment. Just do it. It’s not a game. Just please, don’t you dare click that button.

Once upon a time there lived, a queen and a king. They had two children named
Alec and Molly. Alec was a newborn and Molly was 5 years old. One day, a witch came to their palace.

She put a spell on Molly’s mom and dad, and turned them into one-dot mushrooms. You see, the witch wanted to be the new queen so she could make everyone in the kingdom her slave. She uses her magic powers to turn people and pigs into lesser beings like mushrooms, bushes, and toads. The things that she changes stay alive, but are controlled by her power. She does this to punish the people and pigs of Free
Kingdom for crossing her forest and collecting trees and bushes for ingredients to make their suppers.

So, she put a spell on the king and queen, and they became colored mushrooms with one black dot on them. After casting her spell, she also took Alec while he was sleeping. Molly did not know she had a brother because no one told her. Molly was spending time with her friend, Prince Tommy, when this happened.

In the Free Kingdom, there are two different palaces. Princess Molly lives in her palace most of the time, and Tommy, prince and messenger to the King and Queen, lives in a different palace. They are best friends. Every time the princess is sad, she talks to her best friend Tommy, the pig. He is very intelligent. Pigs can solve mysteries fast. The pig lives in Pig palace with his pig fellows. He enjoys wearing rich fabrics all in blue and red. He wears boots, and his favorite boots are colored brown. The pig doesn’t like to eat a lot, so for a pig he is quite skinny.

Princess Molly is blonde with blue eyes. She has freckles on her face near her nose.
She likes to wear dresses that are blue. She is brave and can run fast. The princess and the pig are both nice. They are not mean to others and are reliable. Other pigs and people trust them. They are nice to their kingdom’s subjects and they protect their kingdom from other people who might steal, like the witch. As was said, the witch sometimes curses the pigs and people to become her servants and other things.

The witch is wicked. She is tall and fat and ugly. She has wrinkled skin and wears ripped clothes. This witch lives under a stone near the forest. Pigs and people are scared of her, except for Prince Tommy and Princess Molly. They always take journeys to the forest.

The witch waits years for the right time to appear in front of Tommy and Molly. The witch wants Alec to marry Molly so that the witch can be the new queen.

Prince Alec has now grown, and has blonde hair, too, just like Molly. Alec knows that his stepmother wants him to marry Molly but feels uncomfortable marrying the princess because he senses a connection between himself and Molly. He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels he just cannot marry her.

One day, Molly and Tommy were walking through the forest.

“ Molly, I need to talk to you.” Tommy said.

“What is it, Tommy?” asks Molly.

“Yesterday, I was delivering a message in the forest when I overheard the witch talking to her trustworthy servant about turning your parents into one-dot mushrooms, and stealing your brother, Alec.”

“So, you’re saying I have a brother named Alec?” asked the princess confused.

“ Yes, you do, you need to believe me,” says Tommy.

“ Look Tommy! There are some mushrooms. Let’s take some,” said the princess.

“ These mushrooms are beautiful, some are striped and some are dotted,” Tommy cried. “ Do you smell that, Molly?“ asked Tommy.

“Smell what? “ The Princess said.

“You don’t smell that perfume? ”

“ That smell is awful! ” exclaimed the princess.

“The colors are my favorite,” he hesitates. “But maybe they are poison.”

Suddenly, they found themselves in front of a huge flying stone, which was actually the roof of the witch’s invisible house. Near the stone is a large bunch of mushrooms, marking where the front door to the witch’s house lies.

The witch appeared and said, “What are you doing with my precious mushrooms?”

“We….. were just taking some for our kingdom’s people,” said the princess quivering.

The witch said, “What are you doing in my forest? And who are you?”

“I am Molly and this is………” the witch stopped her.

“Let the pig speak for himself,” the witch scolded angrily.

“I beg your pardon, my name is Tommy and we were just walking to find ingredients.” Tommy whispered quickly.

Behind the bush, Alec appears. “Mom, who is this girl and this pig?”

The witch said, “This is Molly and Tommy.”

“So, this is the Molly you want me to marry so you can be the queen?”

“How did you know about this?” Croaked the witch.

“Well, I overheard you talking with your servants,” replied Alec.

”Stop with the nonsense, young boy. Go to your room.  I’m dealing with a more serious problem.” Alec goes back into the house as he was told. Then Molly whispered in Tommy’s ear.

“Is that Alec the brother that was taken from my parents when they got turned into mushrooms?”

“Yes, indeed!” Tommy said.

“Get away now while you can or I’ll turn you into a mushroom like I did to the others,” yelled the witch.

Tommy and Molly said, “No! We won’t leave until you return my parents, the king and queen to us.”

“I have a mystery for you to solve,” the witch said, not knowing that Tommy is an expert solver of mysteries.

“You have three chances to identify which mushrooms are your mom and dad. If you fail, I will be the new queen and then you will be turned into roosters,” the witch said, confident that her plan would succeed.

Tommy picked first. Tommy picked one-dot mushrooms that were colored blue. They were not the king and queen, but it was the chef from the palace.

The second chance was harder, because the witch used her powers to mix all the mushrooms up. Molly picked a mushroom that was striped black and white. That was also not the king or queen, but instead, an old lady. Their last chance had come.

Molly said, “Let’s choose the red one.” Tommy doesn’t agree and argues for the blue one. They compromise, and agree to choose a purple, one-dot mushroom, because blue and red make purple.

Poof!

Molly’s dad (the king) appears! Sadly, that was their last chance and they did not find the queen.

“Ha! Ha! You could not find your mother, the queen.” The witch laughed and went inside to get her wand while the king, Molly, and Tommy hid behind a bush. They were scared that they would be turned into roosters. The witch was smart enough to know that they would try to escape, so she put a spell on the invisible fences around her invisible house.

When the witch found them, she began turning them into roosters, but Tommy already being a pig, could not be another animal.

The next morning, the king, Molly and Tommy figured out by communicating in animal talk that Molly’s mom, the queen, was hidden in the witch’s room. Meanwhile, the witch went out for a walk, but forgot to make the house invisible. She was so happy that her plan was succeeding that she got careless.

The group rescued the queen and made it out before the witch returned from her walk. They ran through the forest quickly, but the witch discovered them on her way home. As the witch began to pursue them, she tripped and her wand fell to the ground.

Alec picked up the wand and turned the evil witch into a stone. Then, he turned the king and Molly back into people. They went back to the witch’s house.

“There are a lot of people and pigs turned into mushrooms, stones and other things here,” the queen said. “Let’s turn them back to normal.”

So Alec, who still had the wand, turned everyone else back to the way they used to be. The pigs and the people gathered together in Free Kingdom and had a celebration and they all lived happily ever after.