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Fairy Tale (a generated story)

(another random generator thing. Somewhat edited.)(long- over 1000 words.) 

Once upon a time, there was a brave boy called Roman Prince. He was on the way to see his friend Patton Heart when he decided to take a shortcut through Sanders Forest.

It wasn't long before Roman got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he reached into his bag for his favorite toy, Virgil, but Virgil was nowhere to be found! Roman began to panic. He was sure he had packed Virgil. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a fluffy kitten dressed in a jacket disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Roman.

Not having anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed kitten. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Roman reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from cucumbers and one made from macarons.

Roman could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Roman looked at the roof of the closest house, wondering if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously, it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Roman a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Virgil!

"Virgil!" shouted Roman. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Virgey back!" cried Roman.

"No," said the witch.

"At least let him out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the fluffy kitten in the jacket rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello, Big Kitten," said the witch.

"Good morning." The kitten noticed Virgil. "Who is this?"

"That's Virgil," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Virgil would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the kitten.

The witch shook her head. "Virgil is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Roman interrupted. "Virgey lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Kitten ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Kitten looked at the house made from macarons and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from macarons if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have the stuffed toy."

Roman watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Virgil to Big Kitten. He didn't think Virgey would like living with that scary kitten, away from his house and all his other toys.

Big Kitten put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Kitten. "Just you watch!"

Big Kitten pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from macarons. He gulped it down smiling and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Kitten started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of macarons, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Kitten.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Kitten never finished eating the front door made from macarons and Virgil remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Virgey."

"Not so fast," said Roman. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made of cucumbers. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the kitten. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Roman.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Virgil back."

Roman ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small campfire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from cucumbers and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Roman sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Roman. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Roman's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from cucumbers. Once more, he roasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Roman was down to the final piece of the door made from cucumbers. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Roman had eaten the entire front door of the house made from cucumbers.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his ax. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Virgey or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Roman hurried over and grabbed Virgil, checking that his favorite toy was all right. Fortunately, Virgil was unharmed.

Roman thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Patton. It was starting to get dark.

When Roman got to Patton's house, his friend threw his arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Patton. "You are very late."

As Roman described his day, he could tell that Patton didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Patton.

Roman unwrapped a doorknob made from macarons. "Macarons!" he said.

Patton almost fell off his chair. 

(1080 words.)