'Cindereklla'

On the hill, stood a girl. Fool on the hill. With tattered dress, tattered shoes. Baby pumpkin on the heel, dead mice on their tail. Along comes a big, old lady. With a thong. "Whee, whee, goes the honk. Smee, smee, flies the squeak." Chanted the woman. The mice lifted themselves up and form a pair of slides. The pumpkin hoots at the mice to hurry. Two crows peck Cindereklla onto the mouse slide. She cries that she had nothing to wear. "Hie, hie, onto the worm glow as she crows." With a screech calls the old fat lady. Butterflies, moths, earwigs, ladybirds, silkworms crawl all over to settle into a colourful attire. "And now be warned! Until the ladybirds grow weary, until the butterflies grow teary, you shall stay."

The mouse slide slides away. The pumpkin warns strays to stay away, the farm dog pulls her along. Halfway to the disco, the slide trips and Cindereklla slips. In she goes to the pond by the side. Up she comes, sputtering into the face of a hunky man with a mouthful of duckweed and water.

"Dare you to spit in His Highness' face!" screams the man and he grabs her. She screams as she is thrown unto the ground, her butterfly-moth dress crushed as an unfamiliar odor fills her nostrils. "Smell you my lust!" he cries as he rams himself into her and she grunts with stunned pleasure at the hard tool. She does not struggle but rather demand for more and squeals like a pig.

Finally as they laid spent, sweaty and salty, on the butterfly strewn ground, she raises herself in her normal appearance. The prince trembles. His penis limp and shivering, he cowers as he lies naked before the great Queen Titania of the Faery-folk. She smiles at the whimpering man.

"Know thou what thou hath done? Puny man." She sweeps him up with a wave of her jewel-tipped hands and deposits him on a boulder. "I've not had a wild male since Oberon went to the shore for warmth. Although,” she paused for awhile, “He was always good at being hard long.” she purred. “You can replace him now." She waves her hands again and she decks him in poison ivy. But it does not harm him. Merely rendering him untouchable to anyone but her. Others would die.

She goes to the palace and dispatches the King and Queen to be scullery maids to her fairies. She changes the entire country's way of living by introducing the 'naked culture' - the culture of wearing nothing at all. And the entire nation begin a fun-filled century of orgies and revelry.

It is a small country. But Titania is satisfied. "Let's see if this brings Oberon back from his summer harem," said She, Who Loves Many, to her new lover in poison ivy.