"It looks like it was made for you," Joe said, approvingly. "Aim straight and true, don't flinch, in life or in combat." And with that blessing the group left the small clearing by the cabin.Read More
Macy faced the final ninja. She unclasped the cape her mother had given her and twirled it in front of her like a bullfighter. She hoped it would distract the ninja and catch the nunchuck, keeping the weapon away from her body. The ninja flicked the nunchuck, catching the green fabric.Read More
Jolly's donkey was every bit as short and round as his owner. Anna wondered how he could even stand up with Jolly on his back. Jolly had also packed several bags which hung from various places on him and his donkey. When the donkey moved the bags clunked and rattled, making a funny kind of music for their journey.Read More
"Oh, Mr. Mint!" Macy breathed. "Oh, it's terrible. Horrible. Who would do this?" The forest had abruptly ended. There before them lay the remains of hundreds and hundreds of peppermint trees. The shattered trunks and fallen branches scattered across the ground in a haphazard fashion. Here and there were patches where some of the branches were stacked in a pile as if someone attempted to begin the cleanup, and then gave up. Mr. Mint's face had that fierce look on it again.Read More
"W-w-what do you think it is?" She stammered out.
"I don't know," Anna whispered, swallowing hard. "Stand strong. Be brave." To Macy it sounded as if Anna were trying to convince herself to do just that.Read More
"Macy?" Anna whispered in the darkness a note of anxiety in her voice.
"We are safe out here, aren't we?"
"Of course we are," Macy reassured her. "Mother would not have let us come if we were not safe. Besides, we have P. Awn to guard us."Read More
"All right," January mumbled from between her fingers. "It all started when I was sitting on my living room couch reading a book." January straightened up and told him the whole story, beginning with the ball and ending with being thrown in the dungeon. She didn't leave anything out, not the chicken dance, not the dousing from Cinderella's sister, and certainly not the sandwiches. When she mentioned snacks, Lucas's eyes lit up.Read More