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Sabrina sighed, shifted in her seat, and wondered for the hundredth time when they'd get to Faerie. Then out of the corner of her eye she spotted blue-and-red lights flashing in the window behind them. Mr. Canis pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine.
"What's going on?" Sabrina asked.
"We're being pulled over by the police," Gra
There was a tap on Mr. Canis's window. The old man rolled it down and a very angry police officer, wearing a short navy blue coat and sunglasses, peeked inside. He eyed the family suspiciously.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he said. "Were we speeding?" Mr. Canis asked.
"Oh, I didn't pull you over for speeding. I pulled you over because this… this tank you're driving is violating at least a hundred different environmental and safety laws. Let me see your driver's license."
Mr. Canis glanced at Gra
The policeman laughed, seemingly in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. OK, folks, everyone step out of the car."
"Officer, I'm sure we can-"
The officer bent down. His smile was gone. "Step out of the car.
Gra
Daphne was still sound asleep, so Sabrina shook her until the little girl opened her eyes.
"Whazzabigidea?" Daphne grumbled.
"Get up, we're going to jail," Sabrina said, helping her out of the car.
They were parked on a bridge and the wind coming off the water below was brutal. The cold air froze Sabrina to the bone as she watched cars and trucks whiz by. It was a terrible day, and the dark clouds hanging in the sky warned that it was going to get worse.
"Officer, if I could be of any assistance," Mr. Hamstead said as he tugged his pants up over his belly. "I happen to be the former sheriff of Ferryport Landing and-"
"Where?"
"Ferryport Landing. It's about two hours north."
"Well, as a former sheriff you should know it's against the law to ride around with someone who doesn't have a driver's license, let alone someone who is driving around in this menace." The policeman poked his head back into the car and spotted Puck. "Who's the kid?"
"He's my grandson and he's not feeling very well. We're taking him to a doctor," Gra
"Not in this thing, lady," the policeman said. "I'm impounding this vehicle for the good of humanity. I'll call an ambulance and have him taken to Columbia-Presbyterian Hospital."
He reached down to the walkie-talkie strapped to his waist and brought the device to his mouth. He barked an order for a tow truck as he watched the family suspiciously.
"If Puck is sent to a hospital, they're going to discover he's not human," Mr. Hamstead mumbled to Gra
"The boy needs a special kind of doctor," Canis growled to the cop.
"And the devil needs a glass of ice water," the officer snapped back. "You should be worrying about yourself. You're going to be lucky if you don't spend the night in jail. Does anyone have any identification?"
"Of course," Gra
But the police officer was now focused on Mr. Canis. A big brown tail had slipped out of the back of the old man's pants and was blowing in the wind. The cop studied it for a moment, unsure of what it was, and then walked around Mr. Canis to get a better look.
"Is this a tail, buddy?" the policeman asked.
Sabrina looked anxiously at the old man, who was sweating in the icy air. His expression was nervous and angry. She'd been seeing this expression more and more lately. It was the look he got when the transformation came over him.
"Stay calm," Sabrina urged Mr. Canis, but he didn't seem to hear her. The change had already begun. Canis's nose morphed into a hairy snout and fur grew on his neck and hands. His body expanded, filling out the oversized suit he always wore. Black talons sprang from the tips of his fingers. Fangs crept down from his upper jaw. He was changing into his true form-that of the Big Bad Wolf, the carefully suppressed beast everyone feared would someday come out and never go back in.
The cop stood bewildered for a moment, then reached for his weapon.
"Oh, here it is," Gra
"You know, some days, being a policeman can be downright boring," Gra
"You're telling me," the officer said in a sleepy voice.
"Why, you didn't hand out a single speeding ticket today."
"Yeah, today was real dull."
"Now, get back into your car and have a great afternoon," Gra
"Will do," the officer said, obeying. Moments later he hopped into his squad car and drove away.
"Lucky I brought the forgetful dust," Gra
"Relda, I am sorry," he said. "It has been a struggle as of late. Any little thing seems to set it off."
"No harm done," the old woman said. "But for the rest of this trip I suggest you hide your tail."
The old man nodded and did his best to tuck it into the back of his trousers.
"Wait a minute!" Sabrina cried as she watched the squad car drive away. On the back, painted in bright white letters, was NYPD. "That guy was a New York City cop!"
"Well, of course he was," Gra
Daphne squinted out at the sparkling metropolis. One building stood taller than all the rest, tapering at the top into a fine silver point. She grabbed her older sister's arm and pointed at it.
"That's the Empire State Building!" she cried, quickly placing the palm of her hand into her mouth and biting down on it. It was one of Daphne's many quirks-the one that signaled that she was happy and excited.
"We're home!" Sabrina shouted back. "We're in New York City!"
The girls jumped up and down, chanting the sentence over and over again, louder and louder.
"Well, I'll be," Mr. Hamstead said as he approached the bridge railing. Pants were always a problem for the big-bellied gentleman, and he tugged on his now until they were hoisted back over his gut. Satisfied, he leaned on the railing and soaked in the view. The girls noticed his eyes well with tears.
Daphne rushed to his side and wrapped him up in a hug. "Don't cry, Mr. Hamstead. You'll make me cry."
"They're happy tears, Daphne," he said. "I never thought I'd see this place. I've been trapped in Ferryport Landing for a long time."
"You're going to love it! The city is the best! There is so much to do and see and eat! Oh, I can almost smell the hot dogs from here."
"Hot dogs!" Hamstead cried as his nose morphed into a ru
"What did I say?" Daphne whispered to Sabrina.
"Hot dogs are made from pigs," Sabrina whispered back.
Daphne cringed. "I mean, uh, I would never, uh, eat a hot dog, you know… they're… uh, gross. What I meant to say was pepperoni pizza!"
The little girl looked at Sabrina for reassurance, but Sabrina could not give it to her. "Pepperoni, too."