They didn’t eat us. In fact, when I pulled open the metal grate, the rats seemed downright terrified of me. Whatever power Cinderella had had over them was gone now. They were just ugly, smelly rats once again. Speaking of smelly … Well, needless to say, the ride home wasn’t pleasant for my parents. The windows were kept down and I had to promise never to step in another puddle again. “I’m pretty sure she peed on her shoes,” Dad kept muttering. His hands clenched the steering wheel. “Someone peed on her shoes. Or she stepped in someone’s pee. It’s the only explanation for this stench.” “Oh honey,” Mom said, pointing to the next exit. “Let’s make a pit stop. All this talk …” Which of course was totally the type of thing Mom would do. But you know what? All in all, it wasn’t such a bad trip. “They’re not bad parents,” Briar said the next morning.
What do You think about The Grimm Chronicles, Vol.1?
