15 December 2012
Chapter 8
Eve has stuffed me into a pink, fluffy princess handbag, and is now declaring to her parents she wants to go outside to play princesses. "Just don't let the fairy out sweetheart!" drawls the American woman, Eve's mother. "Okay Mummy!" Eve replies gleefully to her unsuspecting parent, swinging her handbag (with me still in it). She skips out to the garden. I can sense the woods straight away. "Let me out!" I whisper-shout. "Okay!" she whisper-shouts back, clearly enjoying this. She makes a big show of prancing into something (I presume a play house of some sort) and swinging the bag around. I get whacked into the side of the house. She then opens up the bag, and pulls me out. She places me roughly on the floor, and stands, arms folded, looking at me expectantly. After a while she sighs. "Aren't you going to fly away?" she asks, head cocked to one side. "With wings like these and a blood supply of nearly nothing? I can barely stand up, let alone fly, especially with that playing (not to mention 'swinging') I was doing with you!" Eve, at this, looks sheepish, and I feel slightly bad. "Maybe I could get you some blood then?" she inquires, as if it's the simplest thing in the whole world. I look at her, and this time it is I who sighs.
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