It's really funny how a million problems can stem from one cause. In our case, it's the simple fact that we glow. I mean, what's wrong with that? Glowing is fun, and we're fun creatures! Stupid creatures think that they can capture us and put us in bottles to use as lights… you know how annoying that is? I mean, how would YOU like to be put in a tiny jar without holes for air and kept in there for hours on end? It's so restricting and annoying, and we hate it! And you know how many times they've left us in there, just forgotten, to die? It takes ten of us to open a bottle, and by the time we find them, it's often too late. The poor fairies suffocate! Get a stupid flashlight, people! It's not that hard. But you know what put the icing on the cake? Two ogres took bottled at least fifteen of us at a mud spa. And they farted! Both of them FARTED! Even one ogre fart is lethal! And fifteen- not one, not two, but FIFTEEN fairies had to endure the disgusting odor! They weren't even kind enough to release the captive fairies after they were finished! The fairies nearly died- it was hours before we could release them all! Do you know how lucky we were to be able to get them all out alive? Something like that is almost as big as the creation of a universe! Those fairies got the Medal of Honor, of course, but I digress. And so, we are going strike. No more glowing until we get the rights we deserve! Yep, that's right. No more glowing until all you stupid creatures out there stop putting us in a jar and keeping us as lighting. No more glowing until you all learn to get a flashlight. Batteries dead? Use a candle! Sorry, but you blew your chance.