Sherbertta and her Hoot Owl

Sherbertta was elegant, but did not put on any kind of airs. You talk to her, gnomes were whispering, making dares. A hoot owl flew by and gave them a dirty look which was odd Thought they were nocturnal, said a shy gargoyle named Rod. Sherbertta had flown in on her monarch wings to help them out Most of the fey greeted her with a cheer, hip hip hooray or a shout. I thought she was the prettiest April faerie I had ever seen. Dressed in this Renaissance dress, she would make a fine queen. Wide-eyed hoot owl, landed on her right arm, as sky thundered. What about that lace sleeve? Will it be harm I wondered? Asking if we had wishes to be granted, she took requests from the fey. She said she would do what she could, and she did fine that day.