Wendy O. Koopa was bored. Bored, bored, bored.
Sure, she lived in the lap of luxury, with servants bowing and scraping to her every screech. Sure, she didn't have to do chores or homework like the other girls. Sure, she basically got to spend all day lounging around on a king-sized waterbed, munching on bonbons and watching spicy romance movies. So what? She wanted more.
Throwing on a bathroom and high-heeled bunny slippers, she stomped downstairs to the throne room.
"Daddy!" she shrieked. "I'm bored!"
Bowser, startled, dropped the pointer he was using to illustrate his latest plan of war. "Uh--daddy is consulting with his generals, honey, just a minute--"
"But Iiiiiii'm booooored noooooow," Wendy whined, stomping her foot.
"Once I'm done here, I'll find something for you to do," Bowser promised. "How about another date with hunky Troopa actor Robert Patternshell?"
"It's no fun if you have to hold them at spear-point to get them to go out with me!" his daughter whined.
Bowser put his face in his claws in exasperation. "Look, take a magic wand. Take it and...go wreak some havoc on the mushrooms, or something."
He yanked a low-flying Magikoopa out of the air, grabbed her wand, and tossed it to Wendy.
"That's not fun," Wendy complained.
"Then make it fun!" Bowser growled. Sensing she was pushing perilously close to the line, Wendy skedaddled. Bowser plopped down heavily on his throne and heaved a sigh.
He heard a sound, a sniffle, and looked up. The Magikoopa was sobbing into her sleeve. She was quite pudgy, the Koopa King noticed, almost as round as a ball.
"N-now what'll I do for food?" she sniffed.
"What are you sniveling about?" Bowser snapped. He wasn't in any mood for complaints from his underlings today.
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Wendy popped out of the warp pipe leading to the Grassland, slapping the want idly against her palm. She wondered what sorts of spells it could do. It looked weird. The golden body of the wand was overlaid with a grid and tapered on the far end, and the crystal was a heavy sphere encrusted with smaller crystals near the handle. It almost looked like a strawberry ice cream cone.
"Zaa!" she said playfully, pointing the wand at a tree and hoping the stupid little plant would burst into splinters. Geometic shapes burst from the end of the wand and sank into the trunk, but instead of exploding, the tree shimmered and writhed in the midday sun. Its bark pulled away, revealing a thick, crumbly trunk, and all its leaves seemed to thicken and turn brown, then green again as something oozed over them.
Wendy stepped forward for a closer look. The leaves looked almost like cookies. Sugar cookies, coated with green frosting. She picked one off and gave it a hesitant nibble. That's just what they were--cookies.
She tossed the rest of the cookie into her mouth and followed it with another, and another. They were delicious, warm and perfectly baked.
Just to satisfy her curiosity, she snapped off a bit of the tree trunk and tried it. It was pure gingerbread.
A cookie wand?, she wondered, taking aim at another tree. "ZAA!"
This one's trunk twisted into a red-and-white candy cane, and its leaves burst into bushels of green sugar jelly mint leaves.
An everything wand! she realized in delight, sweet tooth aching to sink into a mouthful of those leaves. She was happy to give her sweet tooth what it wanted.
ZAA! A lemonade stream.
ZAA! A chocolate boulder.
ZAA! A wedding-cake cliff.
Wendy strolled on, feeling quite good about herself, talking celebratory bites out of the landscape and looking for mischief.
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