Fancy a zucchini?
Psyche yanked herself to her feet and spun to the sound of the voice,
apologies already on her lips. I am so sorry, I did not mean to
intrude... But there was no one there. To her right a tousle of wide
leaves began to shake, and a large vegetable raised itself from their
depths. It floated on the path in front of her, tilted slightly as if held in someone's arms. Mouth slack, the princess
stared in disbelief.
I do not mean to frighten you, child. But it's almost time for
breakfast and you are dreadfully late.
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