The Story of Prince RichardOnce upon a time there was a handsome prince, named Richard, who lived in magical Blaine Castle in a valley made entirely of silicon. Of course, Blaine Castle was surrounded by beautiful gardens, with manicured lawn and fruit-bearing trees, and Prince Richard loved to stroll through the gardens with his beloved Princess GuruGirl. Then, one day, a visitor came to the castle.
To Prince Richard’s surprise, the visitor was his old friend, Dawn Summers. Dawn was a country lawyer, and she had traveled all the way from the Badlands to visit Prince Richard and Princess GuruGirl. Prince Richard welcomed Dawn into his home, pleased to see her. As soon as Dawn entered the castle, however, the fierce tiger that guards Blaine Castle began to growl and tug on its chains. You see, the tiger knew what Prince Richard did not: That this was not Dawn Summers at all, but an evil witch disguised as Dawn Summers.
Prince Richard took the witch who looked like Dawn Summers out for a stroll in the gardens. “I would love to see your famous orange groves,” cooed the evil witch. Proud of his oranges, Prince Richard agreed and led the witch to the gate near his orange groves. The witch smiled. Unbeknownst to Prince Richard, she had cursed all of Prince Richard’s orange trees, so that if Prince Richard ate one of these oranges, he would die and Blaine Castle would belong to the evil witch. However, Prince Richard could not find the door, or the groves, for a great forest of dandelions had grown up before it overnight.
Stunned, Prince Richard called out in a manly voice for Princess GuruGirl to come see this miraculous forest. However, Evil Dawn had trapped Princess GuruGirl in her tower, and the princess could not hear his cries. Prince Richard called out for his beloved again, in an even more manly way, but to no avail. “Where could she be?” wondered the Prince. “Oh, I don’t know, I am just Dawn Summers, simple country lawyer,” said the evil witch. “Won’t you have an orange?”
The evil witch walked to a nearby tree . . .
. . . and plucked one of the fruits from its branches, offering it to Prince Richard.
“Here, have a taste.” Richard bit into the fruit, and immediately his face contracted in a horrible grimace of pain. The witch cackled, “HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have eaten a poisoned orange, Princess Richard! Now you will die!!”
It was then that Prince Richard knew he was dealing with the evil witch, who always called him “Princess Richard”. Nonetheless, a smile grew on his face.
“Why are you smiling?” asked the evil witch. “Are you glad to die?”
“Oh, I am not dying,” said Prince Richard, “you are.”
You see, what Prince Richard knew was that the evil but ignorant witch had handed him a lemon, not an orange. Apparently, the evil witch could not tell the difference between
this: 
and this: 
Prince Richard put his fingers to his lips and whistled, calling for his faithful tiger, who tore the evil witch’s heart out and ate it.
And they all lived happily ever after, except the evil witch, who got what she deserved.
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