Aurora,SleepingBeauty had guests for dinner.She

Aurora,SleepingBeauty had guests for dinner.She told the castle's cook to prepare a feast fit for a king.Her guests were no-show and since she didn't want to waste all that food,

she had it packed and sent to her in law's castle.Who did they think they were not showing up?Aurora was so pissed she pretended to be asleep when her prince came to see her in the

bedchamber. "Damn" the prince said. "Hey, I wonder what that Jasmine is up to. She was looking real curvy at the feast." Aurora shot out of bed. "You cretin!" The prince said "Hey!

You're awake!" Aurora lunged at him, pissed that he preferred the sultry Middle Eastern brunette princess over her own sleepy milk face, "What does Jasmine got that I don't?" she

demanded. "You want the truth Aurora?" She looked at him with a give it your best shot. "Jasmine has a tiger, and a palace, she's rich." Aurora stared at him. He was so superficial

! "Who even cares if Jasmine is rich, anyway- she's a total skank!" Aurora snarked at him. He just stood there and let her words hang in the air like jealous fruit. She stormed out

into the stormy night and stood there in the storm and stared blankly into the heart of the storm. Aurora’s world was a colossally small place where rich skanks like Jasmine went

Berserk at the thought of there was no obvious way out for Jasmine. Aurora carefully plotted everything out like a classic Agatha Christie story. Miss Marple was available to help

, dispensing cheery instructions on how to murder Jasmine so her corpse would be perfect for the mystery party- with just the right amount of gore. She waxed Poirot's moustache so

it glistened. "Don't twirl it until a half hour has passed. Use us that time to sum up the case. After 30 mintues, twirl your mustache and announce the killer." Poirot smiled.