And Don t Call Me Tinker Bell
"Don't just stand there gawping. Help me you fucking asshole!" Wasn't there something somewhere about six impossible things before breakfast? A foul-mouthed fairy in the middle of my back lawn probably counted for two or three of them. She, and she was definitely a she, stood naked on the grass chained by one ankle to a largish stone that hadn't been there yesterday. Neither had she of course. A stone? We do have foxes around here. But a fairy? An honest-to-goodness six-inch tall fairy...