The Fairy of the Lost Jewelry
“Little one (said the professor), your life is a mess, you have scant respect and nay prospect, when all ye do is flit about gathering jewels in your jewel-catching net!”
“What care have I (she said) of your orderly old rules, your customs and functions and moldy fey school?”
“What care have I (she said) for joining my little sisters and brothers in flight, to conjure magik and sprinkle fairy-dust o’er the Walkaloid* plight?”
“Let the Walkaloids rot (she said)… let them stew in their self-inflicted misery and lot, and leave me be to gather their jewels and trinkety-whatnot!”
“Why, (the professor said), ye be nought but a thief and rapscallion; for some o’ those Walkaloids try their best to be kind to Nature and respect the laws of old, and what use have ye of their silver and gold?”
No care did she have, aye – it was plain to see, as she danced before her professors in the school assembly, and she sang to them (so she sang, so she sang): “My life is no mess, for I wear my red dress, and I shake my wings at rings and bling and all things that glimmer and shimmer and shine… why, listen to me… if I had the damn mind… I would pluck the moon and stars right from under the sky!”
*Walkaloid – fairy language for a human.