We all know this part of the story, so I'm just going to skip ahead to the juicy part. And here we go--->
"I was never given an invitation to this celebration of birth! How dare you not include me in the giving of her blessings?" The 13th fairy bellowed with fury.
"We just thought that you were a little too...err...witchy for our daughter. Plus we didn't have enough fancy golden plates for you, we're sorry." The King mumbled nervously.
"You certainly will feel much worse, after I strike you daughter with a curse. She will be blessed with all of these gifts, but wait until that feeling shifts; for on her birthday of sixteen, I've done something really mean; she'll go off and find a castle high, and she'll decide to go inside. This will be her big mistake, she'll fall asleep and never wake; for inside she will her finger prick, upon a spindle-she'll fall like a brick."
"I'm sorry, what?" The sixth fairy blushed as she piped up.
"I'm going to curse her, you idiot!" The 13th fairy snapped.
"Abracadabra, expelliarmus, spindleus!" She bellowed, and the Sleeping beauty was cursed.
"We really should have just bought more plates, it would have saved us all of this curse trouble." The King said nervously.
