Faerie Looks For Her Hope

Faerie was sad that she had lost hope. It was on the couch cushion last night, she thought. This is crazy. Is she kind of a dope? This was said by a stuffed cat, store bought. Hope was on the stairwell this morning the puppy barked. Faerie found a giant caterpillar curled on the top step. Hope left an hour ago, he said. His dance ticket marked. I didn’t know he had a ticket she said, keeping up with pep. Sure, hope always has a ticket, a goal, a thing-a-ma-jig. Faerie began to smile at the caterpillar boy. I knew that said Poinmeister, the puppy’s pot belly pig. Hope slid back in and gave her back her joy.