Disclaimer: I am not Michael Buckley, nor will I ever be. Therefore, I obviously do not own The Sisters Grimm.

Chapter Three

Sabrina laughed so hard she was gasping for breath. Of all the characters in The Wizard Of Oz, this was definitely the most hilarious Puck could have been cast as.

"Are you going to help me get down or not?" Puck yelled from his uncomfortable position above the field.

Sabrina helped Daphne over the high fence, before vaulting over herself. Picking her way through the corn, she looked up at Puck, "You have no idea how tempted I am to leave you up there," Sabrina grinned, mockingly,

"Sure, Grimm, we all know you wouldn't do that. Face it, you're crazy about me!" Puck replied. Daphne's jaw dropped. Puck had to choose the one thing that would annoy Sabrina the most. She covered her ears, not a moment too soon.

"WHAT! What is wrong with you, fairy-boy? You seriously need to work on your ego, I detest you! I can't believe that even you could come up with something so ridiculous!" Sabrina shrieked, punching Puck's stomach hard,

Daphne grabbed her arms, restraining her. Sabrina didn't try to shake her off, she didn't want to hurt her little sister, even if it meant giving up an easy opportunity to punch Puck again.

Daphne seemed to be tracing patterns on her sister's wrist. Sabrina realised that she was writing. When she concentrated, she could tell what she was writing easily. CALM DOWN, SABRINA, the girl was tracing, WE MIGHT NEED HIM LATER. Sabrina took a couple of deep breaths and began again.

"OK, you have two options: one, you can continue to irritate me and I'll leave you here, or two…" her eyes narrowed craftily, "you agree to my terms, and I help you get down."

"What are the terms?" Puck asked, warily. Sabrina told him, trying to control her laughter, "No way!"

"Yes, way, if you don't want to be stuck up there forever," Sabrina replied, grinning again,

"Fine, Grimm, just get me down already!" he decided. Sabrina grabbed the back of his sweater, stretching it up over the top of the pole.

Puck fell to the ground with a thud, causing the two girls to laugh even harder.

"Wait a sec, before I have to do your stupid forfeit, what's wrong with the marshmallow? She hasn't made a sound," he asked, frowning,

"She can't. I think the story's trying to make her fit. She's like a Toto substitute, only human, so it's evened out by her loss of voice," Sabrina tentatively explained the theory that had formed in her head.

"How can we make her talk again?" Puck asked, looking at Sabrina expectantly,

"Either getting out of the book or switching stories. Hey, you're just trying to distract me from making you do your forfeit! Come on, do it now!" The three of them were out of the field by now, and back on the road.

"Show some mercy, Grimm!" Puck pleaded,

"Did you show any mercy with the flying horses?" Sabrina asked,

"No, but that was different…" He froze, realising he had sealed his fate. Sabrina smirked, victoriously, "Fine, I'll sing the stupid song,"

Raising his voice, Puck began to sing The Scarecrow Song from The Wizard Of Oz.

"I could while away the hours, conferring with the flowers
Consulting with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratching while my thoughts were busy hatching
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle for any individual,
In trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts I'll be thinking I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why

The ocean's near the shore.
I could think of things I never thought before.
And then I'd sit, and think some more.
I would not be just a nothing my head all full of stuffing
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain," Puck finished, glaring at Sabrina, who was practically rolling on the floor in hysterics,

"God, that was priceless!" she laughed, "I wish I could have filmed that!"

Daphne nodded in agreement. It really had been hilarious.

"I will get you back for this, Grimm," Puck glared at Sabrina, who poked her tongue out at him.

"Sure you would, fairy-boy, if you only had a brain!" she snorted,

"Whatever, Grimm, let's move," he said, walking away from her,

"What's eating him?" Sabrina asked her sister. Daphne just rolled her eyes and shrugged, as if it were obvious. 'Why does everyone always do that when I ask what's up with Puck? ' she wondered, following her sister and the boy.

That day's walk was a long one. The sun was baking hot, and Sabrina felt as though she was going to roast in the heat. Added to the discomfort of the heat, the entire group was completely silent as they trudged along the glaringly bright path. Daphne couldn't talk, and Puck, for once, wouldn't. Sabrina had wished many times before that Puck would shut up, but right now the utter silence was, for some reason, depressing her.

Eventually, after two hours of doing nothing but walk, Daphne sat down on the grass at the roadside and refused to walk anymore. Sabrina rushed over to her.

"Daphne, are you OK?" she said, anxiously, kneeling beside the girl. Daphne rolled her eyes and pointed to her stomach, "What is it? Does anything hurt?"

"She's hungry, airhead," Puck announced, from behind her. Sabrina jumped about a mile, she hadn't expected him to speak again any time soon, "Come to think of it, so am I. Did you actually bother to pack any food?"

"Why me? In case you've forgotten, I was a little preoccupied earlier," Sabrina retorted, irritated,

"You're supposedly the mature one, doesn't that include packing food?" he argued,

"Oh, a four-syllable word, maybe you are developing something inside your skull apart from the smell," she replied sarcastically.

Daphne realised that the pair of them would keep it up until nightfall if given the chance. Grabbing her sister's arm, she pointed at a house on the other side of the road.

"Smart idea, marshmallow," Puck acknowledged, beginning to make his way to the little house. Sabrina grabbed his wrist with her free hand, making him stop dead.

"What is it, Grimm? Or did you just feel the irresistible urge to hold my hand?" he asked, mockingly,

"The day I willingly hold your hand will be the day you swear to never pull another prank on me again," she snapped, "I was going to ask you what the two of you were thinking when planning to just knock on the door demanding dinner and a bed for the night. Are you utterly insane? The owners of that house could be psychopaths! They might think we're psychopaths! Who knows what they could do?"

"You're overreacting, Grimm. It's not like Oz is known for its dangerous murderers…"

"Oh, yeah? What about Glinda and the Wizard? In case your goldfish-sized memory has completely ceased to function, they've both attempted to kill us more than once," Sabrina interrupted,

Daphne suddenly knelt down on the house's dirt front path, and began scratching a message in the dirt. When she had finished, she gestured for Sabrina to read it. THEY WON'T HURT US; THEY'LL THINK YOU'RE A WITCH.

"Fine!" Sabrina yelled, "We'll go and ask, but don't blame me if they turn out to be evil!"

The front door of the house opened. A little girl stepped out.

"Excuse me, but my mom wants to know if you want to spend the night with us or stay outside yelling until morning?"

Daphne smiled and followed the girl into the house. Puck followed her eagerly. He could already smell food. Sabrina sighed, but trailed after her sister and the fairy into the warmth of the cottage.