Stella rubbed her cheek against the tuft of fur on the back of the donkey's head. She worried about ruining her wedding dress by riding on an ass, but she pressed her body against the full length of the little steed regardless. She smiled knowing that all the residents of the big castles were watching her from their enormous windows.
The duo happened upon a beautiful table in the middle of the road. It was adorned with lace and flowers. In the center of the table was a globby purple pile and next to it a card with Stella's name.
"This must be my wedding cake," she thought. She turned to look for a person to thank, but found no one. Upon returning her focus to the table, Stella saw that the donkey had eaten her cake.
Stella shook her head in frustration.
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