"Have you heard of the Brothers Grimm?" Mom said.

"Mom! Are you crazy? I'm turning into a bug and you're asking me if I've heard of a bunch of long dead authors!" I shouted.

"That's a justified point, Allie, but didn't I just tell you that you're not turning into a bug? You two are fairy princesses! And your name is Alison Grimm Goodfellow, isn't it?" Mom said.

"That's so cool! When will I get wings, Mom?" said Emma.

"When you're older, sweetheart." Mom said, smiling at Emma's enthusiasm. "When your Dad gets home he'll tell you all about it."

Mom ran downstairs. She went to the phone.

"What are you doing, Mom?" I shout.

"Calling someone!" she said. She dialed a number. "Hello? Daphne? Yeah…. Can you come over? And bring Mom and Dad too. Don't ask questions. Just come? Please? ... Yes, you can bring Uncle Jake and Red too. Just be here in half an hour… Yes, you can bring Thomas and Cecilia too. Bye."

Oh. So she was calling Aunt Daphne. Are you confused about Thomas and Cecilia? They are Aunt Daphne's family. Uncle Thom is Aunt Daphne's husband and Cecilia is their daughter.

"Ugh… Mom, I'm getting a headache….I'm going to go lie down. How do I get these wings to go back in?" I half-whisper.

"Err…. Darling, I don't know. You might want to wait for your father-"

"Why? What does dad know about this? I suppose he has wings too!" I said, cutting Mom short.

"Well, as a matter of fact, ye-''

"YES! I knew it! Once I saw Dad at night outside the window, and I thought I was dreaming!" Emma squealed. I sighed. Typical eight year old.

I made do by sitting on a stool, since I couldn't sit on the sofa. I tried, believe me, but my wings got crumpled and that hurt.

At 6 'o clock sharp, Dad came home.

"Allie! What's u-" Dad said. "Err….. 'Brina! Emergency! Have you noticed this? "

"Hello, Puck, dear. I have noticed this, obviously. You have some explaining to do. Poor Allie is really confused." Mom came out of the kitchen and sits next to me. She dusts of her hands and gives me a hug. She rubs a point on my back and that really relaxed me. That's strange, because it never relaxed me before. It must have something to do with my wings, I guess.

"Dad, do you have wings? Show me, please?" I said.

"'Course!" Dad says. He effortlessly sprouts wings.

"Um… Wow? I said.