U-WRITE-IT RESULTS

End of story. (for their ears, anyway.)

"No, no, no," she said, "that is not the way the scene should go." She hung her head and sighed deeply, "once more from the top."

"Oh, yes," said the beautiful young woman in a medieval ball gown, "I will marry you brave Sir Knight."

The handsome young man smiled fetchingly at her; and the villagers rejoiced.

"Now," said Molly, that's the way that scene should be played.

"Molly?" He wrapped his arms around her "It's going to be okay." Her tears started to slow and her voice loud shrill soon died. Only muffels were heard as she burried her head in his rough, worn out coat shoulder. "Jesse? How could she leave me Jesse, how?" "It's okay Molly." He pushed her dripping wet hair behind her ear. His handed rested on her cheek. It felt so welcoming and warm in the cool, wet air. "You're going to be okay." They looked eachother in the eyes, Molly's handed grabbed Jesse's, not wanting to let go. Jesse and Molly slowly moved in towards eachother for a ever lasting kiss. The thunder rumbled and the lighting struck as their rough, slick lips touched. The rain poured down on them, villagers started to emerge from the saftey of their homes, the sun tried to escape from the gray blanket, and the sound of nature carried them away.

"Yes it's me," said Percy as he faced the mob of villagers.

They marveled at the local boy who had made good. They remembered that he had gone from village idiot to Court Jester and now Ambassador.

Percy stopped only a short time at Kumquatontheriver and continued on to the Court where he was received with much pomp and taken before the Queen.

After he was introduced, Queen Bella turned to the Lord Chamberlain.

"This Ambassador looks familiar, but I can't place him."

"Yes, I too have seen him somewhere before."

"What message do you bring from Bonnyhillshireville?" asked the Chamberlain.

The Jester/Ambassador could not help himself. His first words were: "Knock, knock."

The Queen grew red in the face as she instantly recognized her former Jester.

"Shoot him...shoot him!" she cried.

"Please stop Molly! We heard it at thanksgiving and christmas. We know you can burp the abc's." Yelled one villager.

Molly went right on burping though, even as some villagers ran away. Only a few remaind including her mother and father.

"Molly, you need to stop. Soon people will move away because you believe you must burp the abc's all the time." Her father said grimicing.

"But dad. This is real talent, no one else in this town can do this. Anyways I have got to practice. Just wait Ii am going to go on that show, America's Got Talent, and I am going to win. uuh-a, uhhhl-b,....."

"Oh great. Were are them ear plugs?"

"Well, I guess it was too good to last, being rid of her caterwauling while she was away at boarding school," one villager named Fred thought to himself. "But right now I'm sure glad I plugged my ears. I can't hear a thing - not one blooming screech."

Another villager, Trudy, was somewhat surprised. Plugging her ears had never blocked out the sound before. Could it be that Molly had lost her voice?....Come to think of it, her lips weren't even moving.

Slowly, and very, very cautiously, the villagers unplugged their ears and stared at Molly. Was this some kind of trick? Everyone knew that whenever Molly opened her mouth, streams of awful singing erupted. But now....

Molly exclamed in a surprisingly sweet voice,"Well, it's good to be home. Would anyone like to hear a new song I learned while I was gone?"

There it came. But before the villagers could cover their ears again, the most beautiful melody broke out, and they stopped in their tracks entranced.

What did she have to say to the villagers? That their beloved neighbour Nicky was going to be alright. Her half, her soulmate, her everything, her George would soon be back. He hadn`t left her for all times, he just needed time to know who he was.

"But...How can this be?" one of the villagers asked Molly McBelle in surprise.

"The power of thought my friend...The power of thought!"