JAN 3
Snap.
My jaws clamped back together after a real satisfying yawn.
Apparently, the squirrel I found WAS a Fairytaler. It's tied up right now in one of those magic sucking cagey thingies 'cause it tried to bite the older Grimm sister's neck. Talk about subtlety.
I never did understand what it was with all these Fairytalers and magic; let alone what it had to do with my family. All I knew was that they wanted to hurt my family, and if they wanted to hurt MY family, they're no good.
The squirrel was kicking and shrieking its little head off. I gave it a couple of barks and a good ol' long growl. It quietened down immediately.
As I was saying. I just do what I know I can: to help granny Grimm and her little ones when they're out trying to help the few good Fairytalers left.
"Elvis! Get the little rascal over here. We have some questioning to do!"
Oh no. Granny was talking in her 'we're in the middle of a mystery!' voice.
This is going to be a long day.