WW LXI: Grimm Tales

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The sun began to set. The sky turned shades of pinks and orange. It was still a lovely day despite all the dying that was going on. There was some confusion, no one knew whether to believe Mira and Izzy or to believe Fea, but one thing they had agreed on was to lynch Agan.

"Hmm, so how should we do this?" Gaurcrist asked.

"Well, maybe we should let her giant lions take care of her!" Lari suggested, looking over at Agan's back yard. There was a large arena with 3 huge lions walking about.

"Hahaha, my lions love me, they would never hurt me!" Agan cried out trying to sound confident, but there was a tiny hint of fear in her voice.

"Well, they will if you're not the real Agan!" McCaber said, pointing a finger at her.

So they agreed and led Agan towards her own back yard. Phantom took the time to grab a long link of sausages and let them fall around her neck. "Just to make sure they're interested" he clarified when he got a few strange looks. They brought her closer and shoved her in, quickly closing the door bhind her. They all stood back and watched.

"It's ok kitties, I'm your master, you know me, don't hurt me please." Agan whispered to the lions, trying to stay calm. The three felines eyed her suspiciously but started to purr. She was their master after all. They drew closer to her and even ignored the sausage, starting to snuggle close to her. But the night was coming and the first thing that changed before her appearance would be her scent. The lions took a few sniffs and suddenly didn't recognise it any more, this scent was fowl, not their master. They eyed her suspiciously, looked at each other, and then they pounced.

There was a large mix of noise, some screaming mixed in with the snarling. The villagers all crouched behing the fence, only listening, too afraid to look. Then it grew quite.

One by one they peaked over the fence and looked in. It was quite a mess, and the cats were still chomping down on a few peices. But it became pretty obvious; that leg over there was way too short, and that arm over there looked more like a man's. She had indeed been Rumpelstiltskin.

They all began walking home, quite happy that they were finally making some progress. The three remaining baddies walked towards their usual meeting spot, slowly changing back to their real selves. They were one down, but they were not going to give up.


The dead:
Nienna - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager
Mith - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden
Boro88 – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince
Sally – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess
Shasta - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager
Gwath – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming
Greenie – chopped up by the Robber Bridegroom middle of Day 4 - Cinderella
Aganzir - eaten by the kitties Day 4 - Rumpelstiltskin

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Izzy - baker
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Lari - fortune teller
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

It is now Night 5. No more posting. Names please.

P.S. Sorry Agan! Don't have time for a re-write. I'll make it up to you.