Canary, sing (boyxboy)

An explanation/apology first

Okay, so just the author here (yes, you can sigh in frustration, but this painful paragraph should be relatively short), to explain(or rather, to excuse myself). I completely admit that I'll be using the term 'Merrow' perhaps very incorrectly. The word is of Irish origin and can too refer to the mermaids with pale skin and pretty hair. . . . right? 'Merrow' just sounds generally better than 'merman', which sounds weird, like 'boogeyman', or 'superman' or 'antman' . . . (fans, please do not roast me alive for mentioning your, uh, esteemed idols)

And the mermaids in this story will definitely not look like the sea monsters you see when you google 'Merrow'. Yes, I apologise to anyone who's Irish or a Merrow/mythical-creature-fanatic or something.

Or Merrows themselves. I definitely do not want to die that way . . .

[You don't have to read from this point on, of this overall stupid entry]

This story is actually my remake of Hans Christian Anderson's The Little Mermaid. In fact it's kind of ironic that I should find the energy to write a story about my least favorite fairytale of all time. No, honestly, I absolutely hated The Little Mermaid. The ending had me completely frustrated and going 'oh, so you're trying to coerce little kids to be all well-behaved cos they feel pity for the poor little mermaid'. And my little-kid heart could definitely not withstand the sadness of the tale. After the story, I just wanted to get the knife and bludgeon the idiot-prince with it, myself. Gosh, Mr. Anderson, you're making mini-serial-killers with your heart-breaking stories! And stupidly-oblivious princes.

Well, enjoy the story and feel free to say how annoyed you are, or are not, by me and my characters' antics. And thanks for taking a look at this pathetic excuse for a story, in the first place.