Briar Rose (13th fairy's point of view)
"It is so unfair to be the last fairy, always being forgotten. While just last week every one in the kingdom was invited to celebrate the king Briar and his queen Rose's newly born daughter. But I was left out, again! King Briar tried to make some stupid excuse that there had only been twelve gold plates or some nonsense like that but I did not believe him for a second. He tired to use the same reason five years ago. That man has no imagination! The only reason he would not let me go is because I quarreled with his wife. That woman is such"—.
Tanya turned her head away from her cooking to see her therapist in a deep enough sleep someone might call it hibernation. "What do you think you are doing? I am trying to tell you my problems and you not only are not listening but to fall asleep." He jerked awake from his slumber to find a steaming mad fairy about to boil over.
"Sorry Tanya I just have not gotten much sleep since the king's celebration. Some crackpot fairy put a curse on the newly born princess and I have been running around trying to help the king burn all the distaffs." He froze for some unknown reason his friend looked even worse and he was almost positive that if he said another mutter that she would somehow kill him with that wooden spoon she was holding in her small hands. "Tanya! I just remembered I have something to do and I, I really need to get going." He was practically running out the door sputtering and refusing what ever food she offered. He knew that when she was this mad that any food eaten that was cooked by her would have some curse or magical poison in it. His last thought before completely out of the small hut was that if any one asked him who he thought the crackpot fairy might be, without hesitation his answer would be Tanya.
Tanya turned and stormed back into her wooden home. She concluded that no matter what anyone said it really was a pain to be the thirteenth fairy. She was always the forgotten one or the ignored one or the last one or, or, or. Well it just plain sucked. Of course she was entitled to a little anger every now and then. If a curse might come along because of that anger (that she just might point out that other people caused) then she should be entitled to it.
The small, thirteenth fairy picked up her spoon and dipped it into her forgotten batter and scooped a plenty full proportion onto it and plopped it into her mouth. Her cooking always did make her calm down. Tanya felt a tingle onto the tip of her tongue, she gazed down into the dark batter and it hit her like a hammer on a nail. The batter was poisoned because it was for Fred the therapist and she had just eaten it. So much for that well deserved anger, that anger just came and bit her in the butt. She knew her only choice was the other twelve fairies and they would lecture her for hours. Tanya sighed grabbed her thing, fluttered her wings and went to find them. It really was unfair to be the thirteenth fairy.