storytelling. . .

Sawyer often likes me to tell him stories. Completely fantasy, untrue, interesting stories. But this evening I asked him to tell me a story instead. 

Here it goes,

Once upon a time, there was a really nice witch. But she was sad because she wanted friends. Not just any friends, but a Prince friend. And all the friends disappeared. The witch even went to the castle and the Prince disappeared, and so did the King and Queen too. You couldn't find the friends anywhere. And when the witch went in the castle and looked in all the rooms, no one was there. Even the cook disappeared. But the witch saw there were rats everywhere. In all the rooms of the castle. So she locked the door with a special key. And then she looked at the clock and saw that it was bedtime. So she had to go back to her house as fast as she could so she could go to bed. And so she went to sleep and when she woke up. . . she was still sad. Because her friends didn't undisappear. Even when she used her really nice magic wand. Her friends didn't undisappear. 

Oh no, Sawyer! What did she do then?

Well she searched in all the castles in all the earth. And still she saw no one. But all of the castles in all the earth were filled with rats! So she had to lock them up with special keys.

That's gross! Rats? Everywhere?

Yep. In all the rooms. And nothing she could do could bring back the Prince friend. So she went home. And she was sad.

Is that the end? You mean it doesn't end happy?

Nope. That's it. That's the end.

Well, I don't really like stories that end sad. Can we say she went home and then found the Prince friend somewhere and they lived happily ever after?