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This item was written for the Opal Twins Contest called Start to Finish Challenge.
He wearily followed the path the rest of the crew had taken through the dark forest. The problem was how far ahead of him were they? Oh, how he wished he had not taken that shortcut and gotten lost. Had he not, he would now be ahead and leading the way, while instead, he was coming along behind hoping to catch up with them before reaching the dreaded badlands. As he rounded a sharp curve in the path, he almost stepped on her. Doing his best shuffle dance step he avoided putting his big foot down on her foot, leg, torso and head. She screamed, but it is doubtful her small voice would have done any good in avoiding catastrophe. Bill stooped and lifted her up in his hand and as she berated his carelessness, he observed her tiny fairy frame. “You big dolt,” she screamed, “You almost killed me!” “Sorry,” Bill answered, “But what were you doing in the middle of the pathway?” “What was I doing?” she responded, “I live here, you dolt! Where do you think fairies live, in Fairy Towers off Tinkerbell Square in Never Never Land? We live in the forest. Didn’t your mother read Grimm’s Fairy Tales to you?” “Well, sure she did, but that’s make believe, myths, fairy tal…uh, so are there more of you around?” “Yeah, you swallowed that line, didn’t you? How does it go, you can only see fairies if you truly believe. Unicorn poop! Are there more of us? Well how do you think I got here? For your information, we don’t hatch under a cabbage leaf from moonbeams.” “Well, do you have a husband? Children? Extended family?” Bill quizzed her. “A husband, children! If my father heard you talking like that to me he'd give you such a zap smoke would come out of your ears. I’m just a child. A mere 120 years old,” she scolded. “I’m sorry, but you’re such a little person that I couldn’t tell…you’re a 120 years old and still a child? When do you become an adult?” Bill exclaimed in disbelief half shouting. “We fairies live a long time.” She said daintily. “I’ll be able to join the council when I am 250 years old, until then, I get to play and have fun, cause I am still a child,” and she flipped her head and lifting her nose in the air defiantly. Bill sat down and leaned against a small tree trying to sort all of this out in his mind. He looked analytically at her small frame, taking in the delicate features of her face and body that was clad in beautifully detailed clothing. “Now, just a minute, Clyde,” she said. “Bill,” he interjected. “Bill, Clyde or whatever your name is,” she said obviously upset by something, “I’ve seen that look in you humans before. You’re calculating how much money I’d be worth in some freak sideshow or something. You touch me inappropriately and your fingers, teeth, hair, and other parts will fall off, and you’ll go through life talking like Peewee Herman doing an impression of Igor.” “Well, I was not thinking about your monetary worth. I was just looking at how perfectly and delicately you’re formed. You are truly unique.” “I hate to burst your bubble, Clyde,” she said quickly holding up her hand and adding, “I know, I know, Bill, but there are ten more just like me at home. Talk about un-unique, plus I am the chubby one. But, what do you think I would be worth on the stage or silver screen?” “I don’t know,” Bill told her. “Would they pay me a million?” she asked. “A million, or a kazillion, I have no idea, but I am sure they would pay you quite well.” “Great, you’re my agent. Now let’s get out of this dreadful forest.” They did get to Hollywood and she was paid well, however, it was revealed she was not really a fairy, but only a large talking bug that had somehow managed to get the skin off a Barbie doll to use as a disguise. After her first movie called “The Weather Bug,” she gave her first interview and was asked to what she attributed her success. She mentioned her chance encounter with Bill and that she had been fortunate to meet several actors like Mel Gibson, Glenn Close, and Benji. Each of these movie stars had given her excellent advice about her career. "Wait, you mean Gibson, Close, Benji...You mean they..." "Yes, I was guided by the stars," she replied.
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