THIS WAS REALLY HARD! I had NO IDEA what to do for Pretty without feeling myself sink in…well…mushy-ness…

Disclaimer: Sisters Grimm belongs to Michael Buckley not me T-T


Young Basil Grimm was sitting in the living room watching TV. His sister Daphne had given him some Disney princess movies to watch. But being only two years old, didn't understand very much of it. What did all these big words mean?

He semi-walked semi-crawled into the kitchen where Granny Relda was.

"Granny, I don't get big words in Daffy's TV."

"I'm sorry liebling. But I'm very busy right now. Why don't do go ask your sisters or Puck?"

Sighing in frustration, he worked his way up the stairs to Daphne and Red's room. Apparently they, as well as Sabrina, weren't in the mood to help him after Puck dumped glue and maple syrup all over them. His parents and Uncle Jake were out solving some mystery. So, he found himself knocking on Puck's door.

"Puck it's me! Me need help!"

"Coming! Just make sure your dumb sisters aren't with you!"

With that, the door opened and Puck dragged Basil in. The two got along very well and loved each other like brothers, and Puck almost always let Basil into his room to talk to him. They had a bond that let them be totally honest with each other.

"Puck, Daffy showed me some TV. There's big words."

"Well, hate to break it to ya kid, but I probably won't know them."

"What's pretty mean?" Basil looked up at Puck, begging for an explanation.

"Oh, I know what THAT means!" Puck laughed. He strained his brain (Yes, he has one. SURPRISE! XD) for a good definition. "Umm…pretty means that they look nice."

"Oh. So what do you think is pretty Puck?"

"Umm…I don't think about that stuff Squirt."

"Think of it now. Can you think of anything pretty?"

"Well, maybe I could think of one thing…"

"What?"

Puck looked away and stayed silent for a while, incredibly embarrassed for what he was about to say next. He felt his face heat up and he had to take a few deep breathes before he uttered out what he didn't even want to say to himself…

"Your sister Sabrina."

"AND CUT!" shouted a voice that coming from a bush nearby. But that bush sure sounded like a certain eight year old girl Puck knew….

And with that, that certain eight year old girl darted towards the door, followed by a small red-hooded brunette holding a video camera.

"MARSHMELLOW! WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! GET BACK HERE!"


I know it was suckishly short! DX

I made a really long version of Pretty in Moth's POV, but I read it and it sounded like crap so I changed it to this. XD

Oh and I know that's there grammatical errors in the dialogue. But that's just how dialogue works. Plus, Basil two he wouldn't exactly speak like a professor.

This chapter's dedicated to my friend Swati. She's the one that kept reminding me to update. XD

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