There is a boy named Fred. To reach the place where we once were two other faeries and I must travel across the countryside. As we do we are transformed, becoming tinier and tinier as we fly. Soon we reach a pale yellow flower with a bright red centre and alight on its petals. This flower is at the back of a long line, and at the top of the queue is the boy named Fred.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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