Today, my big right toe was pricked by a magic rose's thorn. It was either a purple rose or a white one, which I wouldn't have known it was a magic rose if I hadn't known. A big drop of red blood oozed out immediately.
After a while, I wondered why I did not fall into a deep, dark sleep.
Tonight, I will dream of a purple or white rose elf who will tell me that I did not fall into a deep, dark sleep because I needed to be stung in the left thumb for the magic to work. If I had been poisoned by the left big thumb, a prince will come to me on a unicorn and kiss me to break the curse, two weeks later.
Shucks.
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