Hey guys! Sorry about not updating in a few days. Life's been getting crazy, and that's a rock fact! This chapter got a little bit long, but I hope it's good!

Beatrice woke up to the sound of her younger sisters arguing early in the morning. The sun was only beginning to peek over the horizon, and she sighed. Being the oldest, it was always Beatrice's job to stop the younger siblings from fighting. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she stopped. What am I doing on the sofa? She wondered to herself as she realized where she was. She looked to her bed and saw a sleeping Greg and a tired looking Wirt. The events of the previous night flooded back into her mind, and she jumped up with a gasp. Wirt looked at her, startled.

"It wasn't a dream!" She whisper-yelled and Wirt laughed at her a little.

"Give me back my doll, you troll face!" Beatrice heard her sister Bethany yell from downstairs.

"I won't give it back to you until you give me back my hair ribbons!" Bella screamed in reply. Beatrice cringed as she heard a loud thud, telling her that the wrestling had begun.

"Wirt, wake Greg up and then go downstairs for some breakfast. I'll be down in a little while… I just have to take care of some things first," Beatrice said.

"Alright, Beatrice," Wirt said. Beatrice turned around and climbed down the ladder. She walked to the doorway of Bethany and Bella's room.

"ENOUGH!" Beatrice yelled at the top of her lungs. "Stop wrestling right this instant!" Both younger girls jumped apart and glared at each other. "Bethany, give Bella back her hair ribbons, and don't call people trolls. It's not nice. Bella, give Bethany back her doll,"

"Yes, Beatrice," The two girls said simultaneously. Beatrice turned to leave the room to see her younger twin brothers tiptoeing down the hall, towards the ladder to the attic.

"HEY! Did I say you could go up there? Go downstairs; dad probably needs you to feed the chickens or something," Beatrice said, putting herself between them and the ladder.

"But Beatrice, we want to see Wirt and Greg! They're heroes!" Baxter said.

"Yeah, Beatrice! They're our heroes!" Buster said.

"Wait until breakfast, you guys! They only got here last night, and are probably tired from walking all day yesterday," Beatrice said. Her brothers both walked down the hall to the stairs. "Wait a second- how do you know they're here?"

"We were awake, so we listened to you guys while you were drinking cocoa downstairs. But when you went up to the attic you got all whispery and we couldn't hear you," Baxter replied, thundering down the stairs. Beatrice shook her head, although she wasn't very surprised.

"Beatrice, put the ribbons in my hair now!" Bethany yelled out of the blue, pulling at Beatrice's dress.

"Me too, me too!" Bella cried, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

"Ugh, right now? Can't you make Bernadette do it? Beatrice complained. Bernadette was the second oldest, just two years younger than Beatrice.

"You're better at it, Bea. You'll have to do mine after you finish with hers," Bernadette said, poking her head into the hall.

"Fine," Beatrice groaned. She and Bernadette followed Bethany into her room. Bethany plopped herself down on the bed, and Beatrice sat behind her. She started braiding and twisting her sister's hair, and Bernadette sat down next to her. Beatrice had been surprised to find that messing with her sisters' hair was one of the things she had missed most while being a bluebird. In no time at all, she had finished with Bethany's hair. The girl ran out the door and thundered down the stairs. Bella then placed herself in front of Beatrice.

"So, what are they like? We only met Wirt, and that was back when we were bluebirds," Bernadette asked.

"Well, Greg is Bethany's age, and is awfully cute. He's always coming up with songs, and doing silly things like eating leaves. Or having candy in his pants. When I first met him, he was wearing an upside-down tea kettle on his head," They all laughed.

"What about Wirt?" Bella asked.

"Wirt is my age, as you know. He's a nice guy. Somewhat of a pushover. I mean, he's just… Wirt," Beatrice said.

"I think he's handsome. Don't you?" Bella blurted out. Beatrice turned bright red, and stammered a couple of times.

"Ooh, Beatrice likes Wirt!" Bernadette teased, her and Bella laughing at their sister's distress.

"Go terrorize mom. Help her with breakfast or something," Beatrice said. Her sisters walked out of the room, and she heard their feet pad down the stairs. She sighed, and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She waited until all signs of embarrassment had been erased from her face, and then went down to join her family.

She walked down the stairs, and looked at all the people in her house. Having 9 siblings made for a crowded house most of the time, and adding any more people in always added to the cacophony. The amount of people also made their house seem smaller than it was. She looked at all the people and started towards the kitchen, when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Beatrice called over the loud voices. She opened the door a little bit and was flabbergasted to see a familiar horse standing there.

"Fred! No way!" Beatrice cried, flinging the door open and wrapping her arms around the horse's neck.

"Oh, hi Beatrice. I didn't know you lived here,"