Marybelle woke up this morning, and suddenly dreaded everything. Today could only mean one thing.
The start of all the pranks throughout the month.
She groaned and rolled over. She never understood pranks, or the idea of them, and whenever she got pranked in the past, it never turned out well.
She groaned and rolled around in her bed for a few more minutes before deciding to suck in her breath, get to her usual self, and get ready to face the world. She got out of her bed, brushed her fluff, rinsed her teeth, and walked out to the gentle morning of the new day.
There wasn’t much going on yet , and maybe if she went early enough, she could get what she needed to get accomplished done before the crazy stuff happened.
Taking one last glance at her home, wishing silently her parents a good rest of their sleep, she fluttered off to the market, in hopes of getting what they needed for now at home.
Nervously, she looked all around her, pausing so often at every noise, and nearly