A high pitched voice voice was shouting something in Morgan's ear much too early in the morning.
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
"Oh, do wake up."
Since the voice didn't seem to be going away any time soon, Morgan propped herself up in bed and opened her bleary eyes. They slowly focused on the ridiculous form of a pink fairy hovering around her head.
"Oh good, you're awake!" It chirped. "I've been sent by Santa to grant you a Christmas wish!"
It's cheery attitude instantly put Morgan in an awful mood. "You're a bit early for Christmas aren't you?"
"Well yes, in fact. Recently The Society of Mythological Creatures unionized. They put a cap on hours, so everybody is spread pretty thin during the holiday season. Santa and his elves needs everyone to pitch in, so here I am!"
"Daddy says labor unions are what's poisoning our great country?" When Morgan was annoyed, she ended her sentences with an upward inflection that made everything sound like a question.
The fairy's face jerked into a smile of strained politeness. "Yes, you come from a rich family. I myself wondered what you'd ask Santa for that you didn't already have. Especially after last year when you told him to die in a fire for getting you a Range Rover in Java Black instead of Buckingham Blue Metallic." The fairy frowned and grew silent at the unpleasant thought of anyone dying in a fire. It shook its oversized head to snap out of it and continued bravely on. "Well, he wanted to make amends. So he sent me."
"Great. He sends his flunkies to do his dirty work. So grant this wish and get the hell out of here. I'd like to get back to bed sometime today. Some of us have a busy day of skiing ahead?"
The fairy's face twitched. The forced smile disappeared and its entire form imploded into a sooty black puff of smoke that left coal dust on her pillow.
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
"Oh, do wake up."
Since the voice didn't seem to be going away any time soon, Morgan propped herself up in bed and opened her bleary eyes. They slowly focused on the ridiculous form of a pink fairy hovering around her head.
"Oh good, you're awake!" It chirped. "I've been sent by Santa to grant you a Christmas wish!"
It's cheery attitude instantly put Morgan in an awful mood. "You're a bit early for Christmas aren't you?"
"Well yes, in fact. Recently The Society of Mythological Creatures unionized. They put a cap on hours, so everybody is spread pretty thin during the holiday season. Santa and his elves needs everyone to pitch in, so here I am!"
"Daddy says labor unions are what's poisoning our great country?" When Morgan was annoyed, she ended her sentences with an upward inflection that made everything sound like a question.
The fairy's face jerked into a smile of strained politeness. "Yes, you come from a rich family. I myself wondered what you'd ask Santa for that you didn't already have. Especially after last year when you told him to die in a fire for getting you a Range Rover in Java Black instead of Buckingham Blue Metallic." The fairy frowned and grew silent at the unpleasant thought of anyone dying in a fire. It shook its oversized head to snap out of it and continued bravely on. "Well, he wanted to make amends. So he sent me."
"Great. He sends his flunkies to do his dirty work. So grant this wish and get the hell out of here. I'd like to get back to bed sometime today. Some of us have a busy day of skiing ahead?"
The fairy's face twitched. The forced smile disappeared and its entire form imploded into a sooty black puff of smoke that left coal dust on her pillow.