The Grimm Diaries Prequels Volume 11- 14: Children of Hamlin, Jar of Hearts, Tooth & Nail & Fairy Tale, Ember in the Wind, Welcome to Sorrow, and Happy Valentine's Slay.

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tell her the story of the Piper, but it came out boring, and I thought of the Devil’s silly voice would make it more fun.
3)       I think it’s be cool if you read the Robert Browning timeless poem, and read more the Ring Around the Rosy nursery rhyme. All connections made are true.
4)       What exactly happened to the Children of Hamlin, Queen Bathory’s detailed journey, and how all of this fits with Snow White will be shown in the main series.
     
     
     
     

The Grimm Diaries Prequels 12
    Tooth & Nail & Fairy Tale

As told by the Jack Madly
    By Cameron Jace
     
     
    Edited by Melody Benton
     
     
     

The Grimm Diaries Prequels 12

Tooth & Nail & Fairy Tale
    As told by the Jack Madly
     
    Dear Diary,
     
    I know it would seem plausible if I told you stories about me; my many adventures could fill thick volumes of books full of laughter, awesomeness, and a few heartbreaks on the side. What can I say, I am far from being boring. I could tell you about when I fought demons to get back my hat the goblins once stole from me; how I tricked the greatest giant troll in the kingdom; the exotic artifacts I stole, or the one thing I had always been looking forward to stealing but hadn’t yet.
    But guess what? I am not in the mood.
    Mood to Jack Madly is very important—allow me to address myself in third person; it sounds good to me. My mood is fuel to my spirit. Bad mood is like bad food, just a filler with no happiness—at the end of which you end up spending the day in the bathroom to rid your body of something that wasn’t good in the first place.
    I don’t even steal if I am not in a good mood. It just doesn’t float my boat. Stealing is an art, and it’s fun, especially when you are stealing from the vicious kings and queens—which also reminds me that I should tell you how I became an honorable thief later. Thievery is like magic; use the wrong spell and it turns you into a frog. Believe me, no one will want to kiss you then, because, guess what? Girls don’t like to kiss frogs.
    So am I in the mood for writing a diary?
    Well, yes. You caught me on a good day.
    Today I stole a sack from Bluebeard’s castle, and when I came back to my beanstalk and emptied it, I was surprised to find it was full of teeth.
    Teeth for God’s sake? Children’s teeth?
    I had always known that Bluebeard was one of the scariest, rich men in Sorrow. And what is really intriguing is that he has an enchanted room with a dark secret that I haven’t been able to enter. Now, this is going to sound silly, given my amazing breaking and entering skills, but I had even been so desperate to get into this room that I had tried saying, ‘Open Sesame’ to it.
    Here is my quandary…why would a rich man like Bluebeard have a sack full of children’s teeth? They were baby teeth, and some were still stained with dried blood.
    So I sat on one of my favorite turtles, eating a pumpkin, watching the world below from a cloud and thinking about teeth. How would I benefit from teeth? I can’t sell them and I can’t even cook them; and it would be really scary to tell the children why I am saving a sack full of children’s teeth. For all I know, most of them still have their baby teeth—I still have one, too; I guess it’s because although I am a teen, I still have a child’s spirit.
    The whole matter of teeth was what led me to write today’s diary, because it reminded me of a scary incident that happened to me when I was twelve years old. It was a memory that had a lot of teeth to it.
    Here we go…
    I remember it was a snowy afternoon, just minutes before sunset. I was running away from the goblins like usual. I was still new at stealing from them, and the Goblin Fruit drove me so wild that I started eating it while being chased—for any of you kids out there, it’s not a good idea to eat while you run. Just because Jack Madly is doing it, doesn’t give you the excuse to try it out. In fact, you shouldn’t do anything I do,

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