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Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie, was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn. She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, and the pink hydrangeas with pixie dust called Big Pix. She had come by the Pixie Dust legitimately, because it had been presented to her as a gift, for being a sixteenth-born. Named Trixie Light Wing by the Pixies, the light-worker faerie, lived up to her name, because she was an expert of tricks. The dragons were still asleep in their cave when she liberally dusted their front knocker with the Big Pix. She knew it would be easier to do it now and ask for forgiveness, than ask permission and be told “no”. The dragons were known for their inability to see another side of the story or even flex their own a bit. Trixie felt jubilant that she had gotten past their door without waking even the sweet and cute 2-seasons-old baby dragon, Little Joe. The Flitzwillies were the first magical creatures to wake up as were the rest of the Light-Workers, Tee and Bee. Tee was an avid admirer of Trixie; she wanted to be like Trixie, she wanted to act like Trixie, Big Bad Tee. Bee was not so much an admirer, a light-worker with a lone wolf type attitude, one in this prairie we rarely see. Bee would have liked to stay in the dark cave and play Video games all day long, rather than be friends to the Mee. The Mee is what we call our cooperative made up of faeries, dragons, and flitzwillies. I am one of them too. My name is Khan, pronounced CAN, and I can do a lot of things other mythical creatures are not allowed to do. Probably because I am the princess, and my Mommy, the queen, helps to make all the rules for the Mee. Daddy doesn’t dare cross her, or she will add another rule for him, and he already has thirty-three. I decided to pull out all the stops today, and play a trick on Trixie before she Could play a trick on me. Disguised as a little baby unicorn, I watched her feed me an apple, and began to Talk about how pretty I would be. When I shape shifted back to myself, we laughed and Laughed at my trick at her expense. Then she pointed out that we could ride on A Tilt-a-Whirl for only a sixpence. And so we did.

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Trixie Light Worker

Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie, was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn. She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, and the pink hydrangeas with pixie dust called Big Pix. She had come by the Pixie Dust legitimately, because it had been presented to her as a gift, for being a sixteenth-born. Named Trixie Light Wing by the Pixies, the light-worker faerie, lived up to her name, because she was an expert of tricks. The dragons were still asleep in their cave when she liberally dusted their front knocker with the Big Pix. She knew it would be easier to do it now and ask for forgiveness, than ask permission and be told “no”. The dragons were known for their inability to see another side of the story or even flex their own a bit. Trixie felt jubilant that she had gotten past their door without waking even the sweet and cute 2-seasons-old baby dragon, Little Joe. The Flitzwillies were the first magical creatures to wake up as were the rest of the Light-Workers, Tee and Bee. Tee was an avid admirer of Trixie; she wanted to be like Trixie, she wanted to act like Trixie, Big Bad Tee. Bee was not so much an admirer, a light-worker with a lone wolf type attitude, one in this prairie we rarely see. Bee would have liked to stay in the dark cave and play Video games all day long, rather than be friends to the Mee. The Mee is what we call our cooperative made up of faeries, dragons, and flitzwillies. I am one of them too. My name is Khan, pronounced CAN, and I can do a lot of things other mythical creatures are not allowed to do. Probably because I am the princess, and my Mommy, the queen, helps to make all the rules for the Mee. Daddy doesn’t dare cross her, or she will add another rule for him, and he already has thirty-three. I decided to pull out all the stops today, and play a trick on Trixie before she Could play a trick on me. Disguised as a little baby unicorn, I watched her feed me an apple, and began to Talk about how pretty I would be. When I shape shifted back to myself, we laughed and Laughed at my trick at her expense. Then she pointed out that we could ride on A Tilt-a-Whirl for only a sixpence. And so we did.