"Here's a lesson for you all," Snowball declared, standing tall. Raising his paw and closing his eyes, he stated, "If you were cursed by a witch or something but know the cure, don't just try to give other people hints on what to do. Cut to the chase and tell them what needs to be done!"

"Yeah! Some of us don't understand riddles and puzzles!" Mel cried in agreement. Buddy facepawed.

"That was so short and random and utterly STUPID!" Pops barked. He was still laying on his side, struggling to get up. Puffing his chest out pridefully, Snowball replied back, "It was better than what you would of told us. You're trying to sell us lies. We're selling true facts and great morals."

"I have more stories for you all! I can just tell you them from this position!" Pops shouted. All eyes turned towards him, burning into his soul. Ignoring the looks of hate he was getting, the elderly basset hound exclaimed, "Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived with her stepmother and stepsisters-"

"Oh, it's okay Pops, rest your voice. I can tell this one," Max piped up. The Jack Russell terrier stepped forward. Pops glared at him and opened his mouth to speak. Shushing him though, Max turned to everyone else as he began speaking, "Once upon a time..."