QUOTE : Abby,” Robin says, plopping down on the cushion next to Penny, “where did you get Prince? An animal shelter or a breeder?” Nope and nope. “We got him as a present,” I say. Which is kind of true. But Robin would never believe the real truth. I got Prince when my brother and I went into a fairy tale. I know it sounds totally bonkers, but there’s a magic mirror in the basement of my house. And a fairy, Maryrose, is trapped inside it. She takes me and my younger brother, Jonah, through the mirror into different fairy tales. Like Little Red Riding Hood. Cinderella. Beauty and the Beast. I think one day she’s planning to bring us into the story that trapped her so that we can help set her free. Anyway, when Jonah and I fell into the story of Sleeping Beauty, we got Prince as a gift. And then we took him home with us, because he is adorable. Of course, we had to make up a whole story for our parents because they don’t know about Maryrose, the mirror, or the whole traveling-to-fairy-tales thing. My nana does, though. She actually went into Little Red Riding Hood with us.