WOW! You guys reviewed FAST! 15 reviews in one day! And because of that, I'm going to continue.

And a response to Ice Queen: You're totally right. It shouldn't matter about views, it should just matter if it makes me happy. And to Fire Queen: You shouldn't be afraid to review. A. It's your opinion no matter what you write. B. I'm not going to shun you unless you're really mean, or write something inappropriate that I don't want on my story. So, be confident!

And thanks for all of your reviews. You really encouraged me to keep going. Thank you! And here you go...

Puck's POV

I feel proud. Very proud. Prouder than when I was proud... because I was... um... next thought now...

I turn a little, and then stop walking. I'm behind a tree about 10 feet away from Sabrina, waiting for her to call my name.

And then I hear it. "PPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Sabrina yells.

And I walk to her with a smile on my face. "Yes?" I ask calmly, trying not to laugh.

Sabrina glares at me, and I start to crack up. "Help me up!" she says, almost yelling.

"Ok," I say, still laughing. I reach my hand out, and then pull it away at the last second. "Only if you give up." She shakes her head, just like I thought she would.

And I walk away, just like she knew I would.

Sabrina's POV

What am I supposed to do now? I can't give up, but I can't get up without giving up. I don't even know how my foot can get that stuck! Now what? I wish I had those ruby slippers on right now. There's no place like home! Unfortunately, that's true.

"PUCK!" I yell again, and he walks over with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"Yes?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and say "If you help me up... I'll give up."

He grins, and pulls me up.

"PSYCH!" I yell and run away laughing.

Puck chases after me, but I get to the house first, and lock the door. Briefly, I open it to dump a bucket of... stuff on him, and then lock the door again.

At some point, I hear him yell my name, but I don't really care.

I see Daphne starting to head to the door at some point, and try to stop her, but she opens the door anyways, and releases the beast. Although it's kind of more like putting the beast back in his cage but... whatever. Puck's inside, no matter what expression you use.

When he sees me, he starts charging, and right before he hits me, I stick my fist out. And he runs into it. Headfirst. Like an idiot. And he falls. And then I keep. Ending my short thoughts with. Periods instead of commas. Why do I do that?

Well, Puck's going to be mad at me anyways, so I might as well draw a mustache on him. And I do. One of those big curly ones that you see in cartoons or bad sitcoms. And then I draw a beard. And just for kicks, I put lipstick on him. And then I take a picture.