Sheena was sleeping, muttering something about the grim reaper. Then again, thats what happens when you doodle skulls on your notebook every time you get the chance. Meanwhile, Shara was wide awake in the form of a cat. She poofed back into her fairy form and wrote a letter:
Dear Wanda,
Sorry, just couldn't sleep again! How is life with Cosmo? He's so funny! My godchild still doesn't like ice-cream for some reason. She lives somewhere in Dimmsdale- isn't that great! Ooh, I just feel like writing about it all night! Right now my sister and I are being her fairy godparents, and we have this second responibility to be her conciounce(Is that how you spell it?), except louder. Isn't that fun! So, how is your godchild doing? Having to fly for your life every week, that must feel great! And so thrilling... I wish my life was lke that! But the rules say that since we, meaning Sara and I, are protecting Sh- oops, almost let out her name, means that we can't do anything very exciting. But what can be more exciting than watching happy cartoons with chocolate ice cream! Hold on, my godchild is muttering something about something called 'deth'. Bye!
-May all your flowers be pretty,
Shara
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Author's Note: Sorry this was so filler-y. Just wanted to make it clear that they have some different rules.