the place where fables are found grimy roads replace the yellow bricks paved on the ground im unable to count because labelled as outcasts they stay underground invisible among these mundies every community needs a way to keep in order a sort of senior lawman formerly the big bad wolf they call him bigby when lying alone at night i dont quite know why hes got the hots for snow white all it took to hook him long ago was a lone bite it was so wrong in fabletown they face a daily struggle to escape the place they came from and the range of ways that they can raise up trouble perhaps one too many close shaves check the mirror see things a little clearer the answers getting nearer he needs to keep his fellow fables out of harms way be they in bullfinch street or at the farm hey stop crying over spilt milk and dig up the truth thats hidden underneath this fairy tale you better beware for theres a wolf among us but the truth is the food for which he hungers1