The pink slippers still fit. The white dress was in the closet when she looked. There was nothing else straight enough but the drinking straw pinwheel. It spun when she waved her arm. Teddy bears, soft bunnies and her dolls waited for her. She said some words that were too long. The dolls watched anyway. She waved the pinwheel and raised her arms. The teddy bears and bunnies and dolls would do just what she had told them. Once they stopped clapping and bowing, of course. She was the queen.