“Chores done, tower clean. 

“Hair brushed. Wish someone could see.

“Oh my! Are you peeking, Jack? 

“Mother just brought you here. Naughty pumpkin.

“Come here, handsome. 

“Yes, under my dress.

“No, I won’t tell Mr. Brush. 

“Ooh, you’re a bit rough.

“I’m too… tight.

“Mmmm, Jack. It’s all in.

“This feels… Aaah! Maze! Zing!

“Going to… Gush! All over! Your head!

“Yeeeeessss!”

At once, there was a puff of clouds and smoke as the pumpkin had changed into a prince.

“Oh my god! Thank you! That bitch of a witch!”