Welcome to "The Faeries Are Bored!" I'm your host, Princess. And this is the first time I've ever been able to sneak in and boast post.
If you don't know me, I'm Puck's partner in crime. But Anne didn't bring either of us with her today. She and her daughters took off for Philly this morning at 8:15 and they're still not back. She didn't tell Puck and me where she was going, and that has us ticked. So we spilled powdered sugar all over the kitchen and rubbed it in the curtains. Another day, another prank.
So today it's all about me. Am I not the most beautiful faerie of all time? How do you like my hat? Not that I don't have beautiful hair, but I want to be different. To stand out. To be outstanding. And when was the last time you saw a faerie in a hat? Imagine that, fat cat!
Here comes Anne. I think she's been at some Union thingy or other. Or Onion thingy. Puck says she was at an Onion Charade.
You may shower me with praise now. Or flour me with maize.