When the Princess Rescued the Prince - fantasyREADERS

Nora thanked the elves and went home, carrying the
tiny magic stick in her pocket.
When Nora got home, her stepfather said: “You've
been gone long enough! Where are my turnips? Did you
get the thieves arrested?”
“I couldn't find any thieves,” Nora lied.
So he spanked her. While he was spanking her,
Nora’s stepfather felt the magic stick in her pocket and
took it out. “What's this?”
Nora sighed. “It's a magic stick.”
“Magic stick my left foot!” growled her stepfather.
Immediately the tiny stick jumped into the air! It
grew to the size of a broom and began beating her
stepfather's left foot.
Her stepfather hopped all round the room shouting
curses. The magic stick followed him everywhere and
kept on beating his left foot.
“This is all your fault!” the stepfather shouted at Nora
and began chasing her. The magic stick kept right on
beating his left foot.
Nora ran outside and climbed up the shaky ladder to
the roof.
The stepfather was so mad that he climbed the ladder
after her, and the magic stick kept on beating his left foot.
Just as the stepfather got to the top of the shaky
wooden ladder, the ladder collapsed. The wicked
stepfather fell down and down to the rocks below and was
smashed into a hundred pieces. And the magic stick kept
beating his left foot, till finally the tide had washed all the
pieces away. Then it shrunk itself tiny again and flew
back to Nora.