Hey! Tazzy, thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for a review; I LOOOOOOOOVE reviews! Anyhow, in reply; mary has a mom, but not exactly the best mother…*cough* evil *cough* you'll find out soon enough how bad she is.

Love, The Author.

DISCLAIMER: I FORGOT TO SAY IT, BUT I DO NOT OWN SISTERS GRIMM, SHAKESPEARE (wouldn't that be funny if I owned Shakespeare? J) OR, UM…GOOGLE. SO SHUT UP ABOUT IT!

Puck snuck in his bedroom window to his room, and immediately went to the new computer he had installed a few months earlier. (it was magic, so he could jump into the video games he was playing) he powered up the pc, and went to google. He searched 'Mary, Shakespeare' and jumped in to belly flop on the 'search' key. He sat there, and waited…finally, he felt himself being torn apart in two, and his stomach flying somewhere from here to wonderland. He was transferring pages. He hopped down the page, which was unnecessary (being in the computer, that is), but fun. He hopped through several pages, rthe uncomfortable feeling making him a bit dizzy, before giving up. He tried what had always failed him in the past (yet he kept doing it out of habit), hopping directly to the last page. He chose the last one, a document from 1500's, and waited for the page to load in a VERY uncomfortable state. The introduction said that it was copied from a sheaf of papers found in the maid of Shakespeare's bedroom. In the diary found under the maid's mattress it said she had taken it from Shakespeare's private study, right when the man himself was burning, viciously, all the copies and alternate endings to the story. She had hidden them in her petticoat, and saved them for selling on the black market. "A good Shakespeare play, unreleased to the public, could sell for a good 'mount a gold, it could." She told a friend. Puck decided to read the document.

He wasn't disappointed.

Mary's POV

"maaaaaaaaaaaaary, did you finish the dishes?" her mother called from the kitchen.

"yes, mother." she replied, descending the stairs to the underground kitchen.

"well, then-WHAT IS THIS?" her mother shouted, pointing to a spoon.

Mary looked closely, and saw a tiny black dot, almost invisible, on the utensil.

"yes, mother, I see that." she replied obediently "would you like me to wash them again?"

"no, no, I'll just wash them myself, and do the laundry, and clean the house, and feed the chickens, and clean out the horse stalls, and mend the clothes, and…" Mary knew this wasn't true, because these were all her jobs, which she did twice a day, while her mother spun the loom. Of course, she had to make the thread, dye it, and fix any mistakes, but her wonderful Mother spun the loom, which made her perfect.

"because YOU are so OBVIOUSLY tired out of your wits-" she was. "that you couldn't POSSIBLY DO ONE. MORE. THING." also true. "because, I can tell by that exasperated SIGH that you are SOOOOO tired, and would like a DAY OFF, and your going to DIE if you do ONE MORE CHORE, that you would just like me to clean this spoon, while you relax, and have a cold glass of milk." sooooooooo true, Mary thought, "well, HELLO, THIS IS REAL LIFE, Mary!" her mother spit the last word like one might talk about a rat "AND YOU CAN'T JUST RELAX, AND HAVE FUN. YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD." her mother shouted in her ear. "SO WHY DON'T YOU WASH THE DISHES, DO THE LAUNDRY, CLEAN THE HOUSE, FEED THE CHICKENS, CLEAN OUT THE HORSE STALLS, AND MEND THOSE UGLY BLACK CLOTHES, AGAIN, BECAUSE YOU GOT THIS WRONG, SO WHO'S TO SAY YOU DIDN'T GET EVERYTHING ELSE MESSED UP, TOO? HMM?" Mary's mother shouted in her face, her rancid breath, ruddy complexion, hooked nose, beady eyes, and beastly mouth sharply contrasting with Mary's beautiful features. Mary nodded obediently, hoping she wouldn't get hit. "NOW GO!" Mary's mother shouted, boxing Mary's perfect ears. Mary nodded again, discombobulated after the hit.

Puck's POV

He heard a gentle knock on his door.

He jumped quickly out of the computer, where he had fallen asleep on a online mattress-store. He had outgrown his footie p.j.s, so he was wearing a green pair of sweats and a panic! At the disco tee.

"come in" he muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

He was surprised to see Daphne walk in, carrying her stuffed bear, .

"erm….hi." he said quietly. She nodded knowingly.

"I heard about…you know, and I heard you come in, so I thought…" Marshmellow trailed off.

"anyho0 (Daphne spells it with a zero instead of 'o' for the second one.), I thought you would want to hold for the night; he always makes me feel better." she continued.

"erm…thanks." he replied awkwardly, taking the extended paw of the bright orange teddy. For a second, when Daphne had one paw, and he held the other, he felt a zing of…not electric, but warmth, welcome-like he was accepted. It was nice.

That night, cuddling , sleeping on his old trampoline, he slept better than he had in weeks.