My father draws back the curtain to show us my brother’s wife, and I cannot contain my laughter when I see, not a woman, but a cat, primly sitting on a crystal chair. Haha!

Then, with the softest paw, she touches the crystal and it shivers into a thousand splinters. She stands before us with shining golden hair and a robe of purest white that softly falls around her.

She tells us that she has come, not to claim my father’s kingdom, but to give him three of her own.

No one is scoffing now!

The Scoffing Brother in The White Cat, Blue Fairy Book. Illustration by H.J. Ford.

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