AH! The hills were alive with the sound of music! AHH LA LA LA….
The birds flew, the animals frolicked, and 16 year-old Aurora was pretending to make-out with her pretend boyfriend Sven.
Since she had been in isolation for her whole life, Aurora had only read about love and boys in the books and editorials her midget fairy moms had given her. She had practiced French-kissing on her hand so many times, just like all the hot, sexy celebrities did, yet she still felt empty inside. Sven couldn't complete her. She found herself daydreaming more about, err… about other things. Of course, Aurora never had a normal home life. Her thinking was just about as screwed up as one could image. As a child, her stout fairy-mothers had kicked her out of the house, making up lame "excuses" Aurora knew were false. See, at the age of 13, she had stumbled across their secret stash, and there was no longer denying it— all 3 fairy parents were stoners…. And today they needed their fix.
"AUROA! Get yo' punk A down here'! Don' make come up ther'!—gurrrrl, y'all knows what happens when yo' momma don't get her "magic!"
That's what they called it—it was always momma's "magic."
"But momma Flora, I don't have anywhere to go, I haven't got any friends!"
"You got them rodents! Go sing to 'em like you always do!"
"I—I know, but what I really want is a human friend, Flora! Why haven't I met any? Am I not special enough to have one?"
"You bet yo' A you ain't! No where's my cell? We is throwin' a kegger tonight!"
Her speech was slurred and she staggered just to keep on her feet.
She stumbled towards at Fauna, who in turn looked into Merewether's dope-deprived bloodshot eyes. All began laughing in unison. As drunk as Flora got, they knew that she could party hardy, and to the three fairies, that meant getting some well-deserved action.
Hurt by Flora's caustic remarks, Aurora again piped up.
"I just… I dunno, I—I just need a partner, that's all…."
"Hon'" Fauna began, "We got you a year subscription to Macho Man Monthly, don't you, ahem, enjoy the eye-candy?
"Well--it's….well...it's okay I guess……"
Whatin be da matta' wid it? Y'all gotten yo'self a problem with naked, well-oiled men?" Flora quipped at Aurora with a half-consumed glass of Sangria. "Y'all knows that that Sh cost $14.95! Crap, tha's a week's worth o' liquor…I mean, pasta noodles..yeah.. heh heh…"
"Actually, well, I found another magazine in Merewether's nightstand—I think I like it better…."
Merewether flushed scarlet as all heads in the room turned in her direction. She was caught.
"Merewether, what maga--…"
But before Fauna could finish asking, Merewether cut her off and began nervously shooing Aurora out the door.
"Nothing, nothing really…"
Her red color and drug-deprived face unmasked many questions for Aurora, and
Jamming her foot in the cottage doorway, she turned a hopeful glance at Merewether for her questions.
"wha—what want to know is….."
"What we're doing today right?" intercepted Merewether, "Glad you asked!"
"No, I…"
"Oh ya kno'…little o' dis and dat…" exclaimed Flora, wishing Aurora would shut her fat, curious mouth and leave.
Then Merewether, in desperate need of a shoot-up, interrupted.
"Were gonna shoot up some heroin….I mean, plan your birthday party…" A nervous giggle erupted from her as she caught herself midsentence.
Fauna gave a checking look over in Merewether's direction for her near slip of the tongue, but then thought it better to not bring up the subject, and with the aid of Flora, pushed Aurora out into the wilderness, and with haste, shut the door behind her.
Pots and pans could be heard rummaging around behind the closed door, and with her unanswered questions, Aurora headed out to find her mammal-friends. She began warming up her voice for her sudden burst of random singing. This, to Aurora, was serious business. This was her mating call, and she was feelin' mighty lucky!
As her voice echoed through the forest, some random man, (why he was in a forest looking for some booty, only he knows) overheard her majestic calls, and galloped her way.