[Maybe if Hattie spent less time having a fit, and more time paying attention, she would have seen the punch coming. Instead she only feels it slamming against her cheek, then dancing in a field of flowers with a mysterious, handsome silouette dressed as a Prince.

No one sees the dance, though, they just see Hattie twirl in a 540, then hit the floor face-down, hair pooling along the floor. It's almost poetic in a way.]

[After a moment Lucifurr pads over to sniff Hattie's hand for food, gets disappointed, then trots away. Ring the bell, folks, this one is over!]