Daffy

Up a flight of stairs from the maw of the dark. There I had spent months sharpening my quill and tattooing my sins with lobotomy ink. "But it tastes so good!" Most of the time I spent reading The Three Bears.  

 The scream coming from a book of Grimm's fairytales as I followed a trail of fallen pages. Stained with tears of memories spent when I was but an author apprentice. My  writing had gone stale and I couldn't make gingerbread stick to a house.

 I had recently made friends with an itsy-bitsy tarantula with the cutest red hair. She said it shine because she used Selsun Blue, like Goldilocks.