and a half could have been avoided if Mom and Dad hadn't been kidnapped. We would never have been in foster care: we'd still be living at home, safe and sound. If we can get our family back, then things will go back to the way they were."
"What about the Jabberwocky thing?"
"I'll deal with that if and when I have to," Sabrina said, trying to sound confident. Her sister's doubtful expression told her the words didn't sound as convincing as she'd hoped.
"Then we have to take Puck with us," Daphne declared.
"No way!" Sabrina said. Her anger at the boy felt almost physical, like it might bubble over inside her body and pour out her ears.
"Yes way," Daphne insisted. "If you're going to make me break a promise to Granny then you're going to have to let him come along."
"Then I'll go on my own," Sabrina snapped.
"And I will scream at the top of my lungs and wake Granny before you get a chance to go."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me!"
Sabrina snarled. "Fine!" she said as she marched to the door at the end of the hall. On it was a crude drawing of a crocodile that read INTRUDERS WILL B EATIN. Ignoring the sign, Sabrina turned the doorknob and dragged her sister into the room.
Puck's room was every little boy's fantasy come to life, but it wasn't exactly a room. In fact, the only thing about it that even remotely resembled a bedroom was the door that led to it from the hallway. Where the ceiling should have been was an open night sky filled with thousands of twinkling stars shining down on a lagoon below. A roller coaster rolled along a track above the water, and an ice cream truck sat parked on the shore. There was a boxing ring set up off to the right, where a kangaroo wearing boxing shorts and gloves slumbered peacefully. Sabrina noticed a new addition to the room, a mechanical bull splattered with eggs. Dozens of cracked shells and empty egg cartons lay below it.
Puck was nowhere in sight, and the only sounds were those of chirping birds and what was probably a chipmunk digging in the brush. Sabrina shouted for the boy but there was no reply.
"Should we look for him?" Daphne asked.
Sabrina shook her head. "The last time we barged in here we wound up in a vat of glue and buttermilk," she said. She was still having trouble getting the gunk out of her hair. "Hey ugly, we need to talk!" she shouted.
"Maybe he's busy," Daphne said.
"Busy doing what? Picking his nose?"
Just then a spotlight illuminated a book lying on the beach by the lagoon.
"Puck, what's going on?" Sabrina said, suspiciously. Puck didn't reply.
"I want to see what it is," Daphne said and she marched to the lagoon and snatched the book off the sand. She flipped it open before Sabrina could stop her.
A couple of pages into the book, Daphne put the palm of her hand into her mouth and bit down hard. She always did this when she was excited. Sabrina walked over to see what was so interesting.
She found pages of cute baby animals cut from magazines and books glued inside. There were puppies playing with kittens, little foxes peeking their heads out of bushes, a pony racing along a field with its mother, little bunny rabbits eating lettuce, and precious white-furred baby seals frolicking on a beach. Sabrina thought her heart might melt. "Oh, they're so cute," she said out loud.
"I could just eat them!" Daphne said.
And that was when the rope whipped around their legs, flipped them upside down, and yanked them high into the air.
"Puck!" the girls screamed.
The fairy boy stepped out from behind a row of trees. He was wearing a green camouflage helmet of the kind Sabrina had seen on soldiers in old war movies. He had on his usual filthy green hooded sweatshirt and ratty jeans, but he was covered in medals and ribbons as if he were some kind of eleven-year-old five-star general. Spilling out of the woods behind him came a dozen chattering chimpanzees. Each had on the same helmet as their leader but wore bright-red overalls. They all had very eager faces, and water