*Author's Note* The following is Puck's view of what happened in AMND Act I. Some parts I shortened because Puck isn't in those scenes, but he tells what he heard. If it sounds weird it's because I am trying to "Puckify" Shakespeare, which isn't easy. Basically, the summary is pretty close to the play, but I took poetic lisence with Puck's POV. Disclaimer: I don 't own The Sisters Grimm, or Puck (no matter how much I'd like to) or A Midsummer Night's Dream. They belong to Michael Buckley and William Shakespeare. Thanks for the nice reviews, and keep on R & R'ing. Please enjoy the next section of AMND According to Puck . Thanks. -ThinkChimerical.

"Well, Grimms, this beginning part is kind of important, but not really. I didn't learn about it until after the fact. It was a fortnight (four days) before the wedding of Theseus, Duke of Athens and Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Tempers were running high, for everybody, mortals and Fairies alike…"

The Summary of the first Two Scenes (Which I am NOT in, thanks a lot Shakespeare! Grr…):

The wedding of Theseus and Hippolyta. It was the hugest celebration of the millennium, and did I get invited? Noooo, I did not. Oh well. I would've just sprayed the whole place with Cheez Whiz and Silly String anyways. Where was I? Oh yeah, the wedding. The major gossip. Or what I heard anyways. So Theseus and Hippolyta. They were both warriors, tough warriors. But I could've taken them down, easy. Theseus nearly killed Hippolyta, and that's why she fell in love with him. I don't get that either, but whatever.

So there they were, blathering about how awesome their wedding was going to be, and this cranky old man named Egeus went up to Theseus and basically said: " Look, my kid, Hermia, doesn't want to marry Demetrius, the guy I picked for her. She's fallen in love with this jerk Lysander. I don't like him. They've been going out for a while. But I want her to marry Demetrius. You're the Duke of Athens! Do something!"

And then Theseus is like: " Hermia, marry Lysander." And Hermia says no. So Theseus says: " If you don't marry him, you're going to die or become a nun." (They did that a lot in the olden days. Thank God Oberon didn't do it to me, or I'd be married to Moth right now. * Shudder*) And Hermia still said no. So Theseus said, "You have to decide by my wedding." Then Demetrius butts in and he says: "Give it up. Marry me Hermia, give it up Lysander." And Lysander tells him to shove off. Egeus scolds him, and Lysander reminds him that he is just as well off as Demetrius, and that Demetrius was going out with Helena, another girl, and she still loves him. And they bicker some more, and Theseus tells Hermia she better decide by his wedding.

So Hermia and Lysander are left alone, and they talk, and decide, that since they both love each other, they going to elope and live at Lysander's aunt's house. Helena, the girl who is in love with Demetrius, come upon them, and she complains how Demetrius doesn't love her, and she wants to look like Hermia. (I never got why, Hermia really wasn't that pretty.) And like the idiots that they were, they told her what they were planning to do. So, they left and Hermia plans to tell Demetrius what they're doing, because she thinks he might love her. Which is pretty crummy reasoning, which just goes to show you, ancient Athenians weren't the sharpest tools in the shed.

Meanwhile, another bunch of idiots were planning to perform a play at the wedding. They were just common peasants, and not very educated, just like you Grimm. They had the most idiotic names in the history of the world. Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, Starveling, and Bottom. His mom must've really hated him, to have called him Bottom. They were performing the lamest play ever! The most lamentable and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. Yeah, yeah. I t was stupid, and the reviews were terrible. But they had to do it any ways, well, or be hanged. Yikes. Talk about a tough crowd. But enough about them. The next part is where I come in.

My POV

4,000 years ago (give or take a few centuries), ancient Athens

I was wandering around the Forest of Athens; trying to think of a prank I could play on Mustardseed, when this random person just appears out of nowhere. It was wearing a hood and cloak, so I wasn't sure what it was. Male? Female? Whatever? The forest is dangerous, and there are, though I don't like to admit it, things worse than me out there. There's kind of a rule, out there though, Never EVER, give the mysterious creature your name. They can "control you." Basic Stranger Danger. But if you can guess theirs you're safe. I have pretty good eyesight, so I saw it coming about a mile off. In under ten seconds, I, Puck, the Trickster King had constructed an awesome booby trap. When the creature stepped on the rock I had carefully laid out, it would trigger a reaction that would end up dumping glop all over its clothes. When it was closer, I yelled: " Hey! YOU! Yes, you with the cloak!" Not the smartest idea, but hey, it worked. I hadn't reached my all out pranking levels for the day, and I really wanted to see this dude gloppified. I yelled: " Where are going?" It smiled, or it seemed like it smiled, because, its mouth pulled up at the corners. It could've been a grimace.

" I come and I go. I came through bush and briar, park and pale, through water and fire. In truth, I come from everywhere." It was a female voice, but I could've been wrong.

" That's nice." Come on, I thought. Step on the rock. Her voice took on a haughty tone.

" I'm as fast as the moon. Faster, even. And I serve Queen Titania." Somebody's a braggart. I thought. " I have the most important job. I get to reward all of the queen's servants."

"Oh really?" Come on, it's just a foot away… I guessed she sensed I wasn't really interested, because she scowled and muttered:

" Goodbye stupid lout, I'm going. Titania's court's coming soon." She turned away. No wait! She hadn't gotten gloppified! Better distract her.

"King Oberon is coming. Titania better not come here. He'll get angry." I didn't call them Mom and Dad. Better for her to think I was just a stupid lout.

"Why?" For someone so high up in Mom's court, she wasn't all with the gossip.

"Because… her servant is a stolen changeling. He's an Indian prince. Oberon's major jealous. And… he wants him to be his servant, to accompany him in his hunt." I hated it. They were arguing again. " And she "loves" him." She didn't really. He was just a toy to her, to make Dad jealous. " They never talk, it's like they're split, when they argue, oh boy, do you want to be fifty miles away." This happened all the time. It was super annoying.

The "Indian Prince" was named "Evan". I was really ticked off because a) the kid would eventually die, b) they spent all their time arguing about something stupid, and c) they didn't even care about their own kids and treated them like servants.

The fairy stepped forward. Yes! She stepped on the rock. The glop emptied all over her. Gloppified! She screamed for 10 minutes straight. It was hilarious!

" The Trickster King Rules!" I crowed. She cast off her cloak and hood. It was Sparrow, servant to my mother. What a brat. She hadn't got as gloppified under the cloak as over it. Dang it.

" You're Puck, aren't you?" No duh. She bowed quickly "Your Majesty."

" Yup. I am Puck, the Trickster King. The leader of hooligans and hobgoblins. The Prince of Pranksters and Troublemakers. The awesomest-" I looked around. I saw Dad approaching. Oh, shoot. " Make way Sparrow, King Oberon's coming." Sparrow nervously looked around.

" I wish he wasn't, here comes Titania!"

Back to the present:

"Okay, Grimms, I am going to spare you about an hour's worth of bickering. And it's not about me! So I'm gonna skip it. You'll thank me later. They accused each other of being unfaithful, called each other nasty names, argued, described their rights, argued some more, and then my mom left. Now make me a turkey sandwich."

"What?" Asked Sabrina. She looked up from her writing.

" Go Make Me A TURKEY Sandwich." He said slowly, as if she wasn't very bright.

"No way."

" You women are best suited for domestic tasks… and if you don't, I'm not telling any more of my story." I hate to admit it, but this is interesting. Thought Sabrina. And knowing Puck, he's probably going to storm off any second now. Why can't he make it himself?

" You were only talking for fifteen minutes."

" So? I'm hungry." Daphne finished her writing. She looked up.

" People get worn out talking, you know." Daphne said.

" Oh, so know you're siding with him."

"No, I'm just saying you should make him a sandwich."

"That's siding with him, Daphne." She sighed and got up. It had been a few hours since Granny Relda had made them lunch. Even if I put something nasty in Fairy Boy's sandwich, he'll eat it anyways. Then she thought: I doubt I'll find anything that resembles turkey in the fridge.

Sabrina walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A rain of foul smelling, rotten garbage landed on her.

"PUUUUCCCKKK!" She screamed.

" Gloppified!" was the answer.