This is Betty. This was one of my faerie pals back in the day. Anyhow as faeries do she split. In a blink she was off. One summer night she flew out of my kitchen window,...didn't even say goodbye.
Faeries is like that.
They can fly off on ya just like that then come back five, ten, 50 years later like nothing happened. They're funny that way. Time is a whole different deal for them. They're always surprised at how old we look when they come back.
Anyway when I gets my new digs I'll leave a window open a crack for Betty. I expect her back one day. I'll leave an oatmeal cookie on the window ledge for her.
'She loves'em ya know.
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