Fairy Godmother for Hire

Farm Boy

Farm Boy {{2}}

Being an attractive, young- somewhat, fiery red head like myself everyone wants to be my friend. And being a fairy I can have human friends and friends of my world. Best of both worlds.

No, I will not be singing any Hannah Montana.

I still have the complexion I did when I was 29. Every year I take a new potion to keep me looking amazing and perky.

People of my kind (fairies) and other creatures you thought didn't exist hide in the shadows. And what I mean by shadows I mean the lower east side and Soho. Also in Chinatown and little Italy.

My family is from France but I've lived all over. My parents still live there and any free opportunity my mother gets she calls me wanting to 'chat'.

But I have to be honest when the Bubonic Plague was going on I jumped ship and decided to live with my parents again. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made!

Fairies don't get sick like humans do but being around all that death was disgusting. I lived in India when British explorers started making homes there. In London when the Mod fad was going around I spent a lot of time. I introduced John Lennon to Yoko Ono a lot later. I even dated Paul briefly. He was so sweet. Sadly he was a little too British for my liking.

We Fairies don't change much. We age very slowly and I may be turning 530 in a few months but I still look and feel like I'm 30. Great right?

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I run back to my office and go for my computer. If he wasn't being such an ass then maybe he would have noticed that I took his wallet. I enter in all the information I have and dig through his wallet.

Leonardo David Rosetti

Works on his parents farm

Attends New York University

21 years old.

Oh look a coupon for a cup of free ice cream. Why thank you Leo. How kind.

Social security card, library card, picture of a girl.

What?! I flip over the picture and sigh.

"Me and little cousin, 2012"

Oh thank God! It's his cousin. That would be awkward.

He comes from a big country family, lovely. I wonder if they'd make me any fried chicken.

I search for more things on line. I type his name in on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook. And all he has is a Facebook, which he never gets on. So he's a loner. Great. But I never would have guessed that by his charming personality. *cough* sarcasm.

Next step. Schedule a meeting.

But how he obviously didn't seem interested and he thought I was a prostitute! I should let him die alone!

Ok that sounds a little cruel.

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The next day I pop over to his families farm. Yes, I did say pop. I don't like to use my car, I have one, but it takes too much time. Fairies can "pop"anywhere they want to go.

Sometimes if I'm too lazy to make dinner I'll pop over to Rome for some pizza. Or to Germany for a beer.

The farm is so cute. Complete with a barn and animals, that smell. Gross.

I'm starting to rethink my outfit. But my mother always told me first impressions are everything.

(I only wore that awful blue cloak to meet Cinderella because everything else was dirty.)