Sabrina was pulled out of her deep slumber when something started tickling her nose.
"Go away," she mumbled.
The sensation didn't stop. She finally opened her eyes and saw that a chicken was pecking around her bed.
"What the—" she started, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked at the clock and groaned. It was 3:41 in the morning!
The chicken was annoying, but it hadn't been the one tickling her nose. She pushed back the blankets and climbed out of bed. She picked up the chicken, walked it out of her room, and left it on the staircase.
Sabrina sighed and climbed back into her bed. Something pointy stuck into her back. She rolled over and found an envelope that probably was once white. It was splattered with mud (and by sniffing it) ketchup. Only one person could leave something this messy in her room.
"PUCK!"
She no longer cared that it was around 4:00 in the morning. She was sick and tired of Puck getting into her room and leaving stuff.
Sabrina stormed down the hallway. She was so mad that she didn't notice someone walking toward her. She ran into something very hard and flew onto the floor.
"What the heck?" said Puck, getting to his feet. "Why did you leave this disgusting pink envelope taped to one of my trees?"
"Why did you leave this disgusting…I think this is white…envelope on my bed?" snapped Sabrina.
"I didn't leave anything in your room," he said.
"And I didn't leave anything in your room," said Sabrina, her eyebrows knitting together.
As one they opened their envelopes, anger forgotten.
"Dear Sabrina," read Sabrina. "You are my true love."
She letter onto the floor.
"That's disgusting!" she said.
"I did not write that," said Puck defiantly. "The only things I write are pranking plans, bad things on walls, and my name, occasionally."
A little nervously, he started to read his.
"Dear Puck," he read. "You are my true love."
He dropped the envelope and letter and stomped it into the ground.
"What's your problem!" he said. "Haven't you figured out that you have no chance with me?"
He turned on his heel, opened his door, walked inside, and slammed it. Hard.
Sabrina looked down at "her" letter and saw that it had ruby-red lipstick marks on it.
Disgusted, she ground the envelope into the floor a little more and then stepped back into her room. Somehow, the chicken had made it back into her room and was now roosting on her desk. She was too full of thoughts and sleepiness to tell it to shoo. She climbed back into bed and closed her eyes.