Sleeping Pup

Three gifts and a curse

(at the cradle)
Goodway: Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty.

Choir: One gift, beauty rare Full of sunshine in her hair Lips that shame the red red rose She'll walk with springtime Wherever she goes

Katie: Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.

Choir: One gift, the gift of song Melody her whole life long The nightingale's her troubadour Bringing her sweet serenade to her door

Everest: Sweet princess, my gift shall be ...

(A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open. 
Lightning and thunder. Sweetie appears)

Goodway: Why, it's Sweetie!

Everest: What does she want here?

Katie: Shhh!

Sweetie: Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Marshall. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel.

(Everest starts angrily starts to fly towards Sweetie but is held back by Goodway)

Sweetie: I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.

Everest: You weren't wanted!

Sweetie: Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.

Queen: And you're not offended, your excellency?

Sweetie: Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.

(The fairies protect the cradle)

Sweetie: Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.

Queen: Oh no! (takes the child in her arm)

Sweetie: Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Marshall: Seize that creature!

Sweetie: Stand back you fools! (disappears in a flash of lightning, laughing)

Goodway: Don't despair, your majesties. Everest still has her gift to give.

Marshall: Then she can undo this fearful curse?

Everest: Oh no, sire.

Goodway: Sweetie's powers are far too great.

Katie: But she can help!

Everest: But ...

Katie: Just do your best, dear.

Goodway: Yes ...

Everest: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give at thee. Not in death but just in sleep the fateful prophecy you'll keep, and from this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss
the spell shall break.

Choir: For true love conquers all

Ryder: But King Marshall, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burnt. So it was done.