"Come along," she said to him, "Let's go and find the Brothers Grimm. I think they have a tale to tell, and if we find they tell it well, we'll sit with them for a spell."

"My Dear, what have you in your mind?" he asked with puzzled eye askance, giving her suspicious glance.

"It's simple, see," she said with glee. "We'll make their tale pure poetry, and we can tell it like no other."

"I see," he said, "but is the story of a mother? Or perhaps and well-known father?"

"No," she smirked, "there'll be a brother and perhaps another."

"Let's find this tale and what we'll do..." He felt as if she already knew. "We'll make it verse by our curse and enter Grimm's Gruffs in the contest.

Monty Wheeler