The little green fairy in a yellow dress loves the idea of having a cushion. “I’d love that. If all goes well, you can make some for the others.” Her pink wings carry her up and into the air vents where the rest of the fairies in the house live. Charlie leaps over the couch in an attempt to follow the fairy, but crashes into the wall instead. Their horn punctured a hole in the wall. Mom’s going to kill me. Charlie picks up a throw pillow with their teeth and brings it over to chew and sunbathe near the sliding glass door to the backyard. They may be hungry but now there is a bigger problem. I could try and hang a photo frame on the wall. This way it may seem like I was trying to do something nice, but actually try not to get grounded.