the real runaway bride

The bride ran from the unconsummated ceremony weeping. The best man had handed her a note; the groom was not coming. He couldn’t have told her before the guests arrived? Before she put on her gown and veil? Before her daddy walked her down the aisle? A track star, she was faster than anyone else. She ran until she could run no further. Her faerie godmother followed her. What can I do? What can I do? Transmogrify me, the bride said. Turn me into something else. I can never face them again. The faerie godmother waved her wand. A gorgeous tree developed out of the bride’s essence. The faerie godmother waited for further instructions But a tree cannot talk.