At first, I could scarcely believe what I was looking at. Nor do I think that anyone could blame me for that, given that I was looking at a fairy. In addition to looking almost exactly like Tinkerbell if Tinkerbell were much more healthily sized and proportioned, there was a sort of air of lightness and fragility in her that made it absolutely clear who I was looking at.
Somehow, my lessons in etiquette had never included addressing fairies, but I decided to take a stab at it any. "Hello. I'm NAME HERE. Who are you? And where am I?"
"I am called Rose. You are in Fairyland. I saved you as you were being mugged. You are safe here. Just as all children are safe here."
"Children?" I said. "I'm not a child."
"Aren't you?" She seemed surprised. "I thought you seemed somewhat more physically developed than some children, but your mental condition was clearly infantile."
And then I realized that fairies obviously didn't have a good idea of the effects that alcohol can have on a person who is slightly stupid about these things. |