Soldier Scott presented the angel with a wedding ring. "Will you marry me?" he asked.

"Of course!" said Mary Anne. "You will be the future king of the tree!" The general stomped his foot.

"Daddy! I didn't get my own way!" he shouted. It turned into a tantrum, and two soldiers had to escort their bratty leader away.

"Let's keep the tree inside, please?" begged Susie. "It can be a year-round tree."

"But it wouldn't be special for Christmas."

"We could decorate a bush." So the moving adjustments were settled, and if the tree were stored away, the food problems could be solved too. So Mary Anne lived happily ever after with His Angelnor Scott.

THE END