Thumbelina is fresh and fit this morning. Talking. She's talking like nothing happened yesterday.
For me, it's like someone wadded me up like a used gum wrapper, then flattened me out, stretched me to cover a football field, and ran a herd of elephants across me. I'm not a drinker, but I really sympathize with people who go on binges and have to deal with hang overs the next day. Apparently, my "dream vacation package" didn't come with a metabolism switch. A brand new pair of wings and an incantation to give me fairy abilities is about all I got.
Thumbelina says a fairy likes thumb size for more than one reason: a quick metabolism is one of those reasons. Soreness melts away like snow in a lava flow -- at least for her.
My body still remembers I'm human.
I want to take a staple gun, and attach Thumbelina to a tree. A tree that is very. . . very . . . far from here. Then I can sleep the day through. Maybe tomorrow, too.
If she yammers any more, I'm going to go insane.
Sabrina
FFE (Future Fairy Expert)
My name's not Tumbelina. I do know there are translation issues for humans, so I go by Fresh when I'm human sized. That's short for Ferschpluchentisly -- sort of. Sabrina got the spelling wrong, but I can't fix that because the Latin alphabet lacks about nine important symbols to make fairy words pronounceable.
It's too bad I can't do anything about Sabrina's flying hangover. At least I can't do anything for her.
What can I do about that hangover? For me? I can exploit it. She shouldn't have left her computer logged in before she passed out. Now, I'm a co-author on this blog. don't worry. I'll make sure everything I write is in italics. I also wrote up a contract, which she signed when she was temporarily conscious, making an addendum to her tourist agreement. If she gets to be the foremost human expert on fairies, I get to be the voice of reason representing the fairies. Best part is I went to Sabrina's local bank and had the contract notarized, too.
May your daisy always bloom yellow side up.
-- Fresh
