Queen Zanta sat on her king-sized chair in the new Fort
Marshank. A sword and a ripped tunic, she was no queen! Owning
slaves and being lazy was all she did.
Her stomach growled."Arh, hungry again. Star!!!"she called,
ringing a small bell.
The young badger Star, or Stella her real name, came in. She
wore a gold dress, her eyes gold, and had her foot-paws chained up,
which was from the wall."Here!"she growled.
Zanta grabbed the apple from Stella."Dance.."she said. Stella
sat, not moving at all."Did you hear me, dance!"Zanta snarled. She
tugged on Stella's chains, taking her down. Zanta approached her,"I
said dance Star."
"My name isn't Star, it's Stella!!"screamed Stella as
she lunged at Zanta, sinking her teeth and claws in her leg."The
only star …