Hayden: No mate

The seat sunk lower as my body fell completely immersed in it's leather linen. My right leg bent at the knee, while the other rested atop, bouncing about. I had only just returned from taking a stroll in Belle's old room, finding it locked, yet bereaved of everything my brother ever gifted to her. Everything. The bed was bear, and so was the handcrafted bookshelf that he had gotten made. A waste of time and effort as far as I'm concerned. All, excepting for the white curtains that hung at the windows, the room was completely abandoned. All it needed to complete the ghostly appearance were a few cobbed web's and narly spiders.

I was bored to the bone today, so much to visit a dead woman's home. But in honesty I was looking to find a few books of hers, she always read, and now that she's dead, what good would books be to her? Only, the shelf was bear but in my despair, fate gave me a glimpse of one lying atop her pillow. The three little pigs.

"I'll huff and puff until I blow your hou