The Birthday Pixie

         I'm the Birthday Pixie, and it's my job is to ruin birthdays. I like causing mayhem!

         Me and the Birthday Fairy went to Natasha's birthday party. She was turning five years old that day. I wanted to cause all kinds of trouble, but the Birthday Fairy wanted her to have the best birthday ever.

         Natasha was planning on a wonderful birthday. She had lots of friends coming over for the birthday party, and the whole house was decorated in pink. The first thing she and her friends did was a craft, making necklaces by putting fruit loops on string.

         The first rule of being a two-inch tall pixie or fairy with brightly colored wings is that you can't let the adult humans see you. So I waited until all the grown-ups were distracted in the other room before I darted to the center of the table, where that big bowl of fruit loops was, and with a shove, knocked the whole thing to the ground! All the fruit loops scattered.

         The Fairy, who was busy helping one of the children get a blue fruit loop on his piece of string, looked up and gasped. "Birthday Pixie!" he yelled. "How could you?"

         "Muahaha!" I answered, and flew off.

         Next, I went into the kitchen, where Natasha's mother was finishing up her birthday cake. It was chocolate cake, covered in pink icing, and decorated to look just like a merry-go-round, with little plastic horses going in a circle. I waited until Natasha's mother had her back turned, and flew to the birthday cake to cause more trouble.

         When I had finished with that, I went to the last room, filled with presents. There were eleven gifts to open in all. Some were big, some were small, and they were all for little, five-year-old Natasha. I had a diabolical plan. Diabolical is a long word for "evil". "Muahaha!" I said, and got to work.

         In the meantime, the Birthday Fairy was busy trying to help the children clean up the rest of the fruit loops. And then, he flew all about, hiding pieces of candy for the children to find. I heard their laughter all the way from the other room. So far, Natasha was having an excellent birthday.

         "Muahaha!" I said, quietly though. The children filed into the dining room. Natasha's mother brought in that pink merry-go-round chocolate cake. The children squealed with excitement, and little Natasha, with her long brown hair and a ponytail, and her eyes sparkling, held out her hands and giggled. Natasha's mother put the cake in front of where Natasha was sitting, at the head of the table. At that moment, just as I planned it, the merry-go-round birthday cake collapsed. Natasha gasped.

         "That's okay, that's okay!" said Natasha's mother. The other grownups all smiled and pretended like everything was okay. All the children frowned. Their beautiful cake was ruined!

         But the best part of my plan was just about to happen. All the children were led into the living room for Natasha to open her mountains and mountains of presents. Ooh, I cackled. Ooh, I smirked. Ooh, I was so proud!

         When the children had all gone into the living room, and Natasha sat on the couch, ready to open those presents. All the presents were gone. Not a single one was left. The children gasped. Natasha's mother gasped. Natasha cried.

         I froze from my hiding place. The weeping birthday child put her hands over her face and refused to look at anyone.

         I like causing mayhem. But the birthday girl wasn't supposed to cry like that. Her mother tried her best to cheer her up, but Natasha wouldn't listen. She just kept crying.

         Finally, Natasha's mother went to see if she could do anything about the birthday cake. All of the children stared at Natasha, and I could tell things were getting worse.

         "You, you, you... you nincompoop!" shrieked the Birthday Fairy, as soon as he was sure all the grown-ups were gone.

         "But! It's not my fault!" I said. I flew to Natasha and tapped her on the head. "Natasha? I'm sorry."

         She kept her head in her hands and wouldn't look at me. The Birthday Fairy flew over, and the two of us hovered in front of the birthday girl.

         "You're a ninny, ninny, nincompoop, Birthday Pixie, and you've ruined everything!" shouted the Birthday Fairy at me.

         I folded my arms and pouted. "Well, you're a meanieface!" I responded.

         "You're the meanie!" he said. "You're a meanie McMeanie head from Planet MeanieHead!"

         I gasped. "I am not!" But just as I was about to say something else, I heard something. I looked away from our argument to see that Natasha had peeked out from her fingers and was looking at us. And all around us, the children were starting to giggle.

         I had a plan. I grinned big. "Well, you know what, Birthday Fairy?" I asked, puffing out my chest and hovering higher in the air. "You're a stinker and a booger, from Planet BoogerNose!"

         Natasha giggled. The Birthday Fairy glanced at her, then hovered even higher than me, and said, "Well, Mr. Birthday Pixie, you're a schnook!"

         "A schnook?" I asked.

         "Yeah," he answered, "a schnook!"

         Natasha leaned forward and looked up at us. "Maybe... maybe he's a poopiehead?" she asked. Suddenly, the entire room of children erupted in gigglefits, and even Natasha started laughing.

         I pretended to be upset and put my fists on my hips and said as loud as I could, "HUMPH!"

         Natasha grinned and wiped the tears from her face. The Birthday Fairy grinned back at her.

         "What's all this laughter I hear?" asked Natasha's mom, coming into the room. The Birthday Fairy and me flew off into a hiding spot.

         "Oh, nothing." said Natasha, still grinning.

         The Birthday fairy looked confused. "You helped cheer her up." he said to me.

         "Well," I answered. "Just don't tell anybody!"