Prince Jake went into the breakfast room to see his dad, scarlet in the face, surrounded by piles of newspapers. “Ahh, here he is!” the king growled, holding one of them up in the air. He seemed to bristle at the very sight of Jake. “Is this anything to do with you, son?”
Jake stared. And stared. Uh-oh. His heart sank right down into his shoes. Oh, no…
On the front page of the newspaper, there was a picture of him, Jake, tweaking the snow king’s nose. FREEZE A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW! the headline read.
“I…” Jake stammered. This was Petunia’s doing, he knew it! Stitched up by Petunia!