A Fairy Tale

          Many people have forgotten Fairies. It just isn't part of their busy lives.
      We're all in a big hurry. So, no one noticed Winkin when she decided to
      make herself mortal size. Yes, she grew herself up to 5 feet and three inches.
      She had a plan to make an album of her flute music. Every musician needs to
      be noticed. Winkin got on the internet and posted her music on Y-tube.
          Well, it wasn't anytime at all before she was approached by a record producer.
      "Winkin. You have the most original sound I've ever heard." Mrs. Merton remarked.
      Winkin giggled and her blue eyes sparkled in her tiny diamond shaped face.
      A test group was assembled and Winkin played her flute in person for them.
      The people got up and swayed with their arms out stretched. Then, they removed
      their clothes and an orgy ensued. Mrs. Merton watched in shock from a sound
      proof booth. She hit the speaker phone, "Stop! This is not a brothel!" Winkin
      stop playing her flute and gave a wide impish smile at Mrs. Merton.
          Every test group had the same response even the Lutherans. Mrs. Merton
      was deeply concerned, "We can't produce brainwashing music. We could be
      arrested for incitement." Winkin shrugged and played with the hem of the
      yellow dress Mrs. Merton had bought her. Winkin had been wearing her seaweed
      dress. The Producer could not let such a marketing opportunity escape her.
      "Will put a disclaimer on the album: music may cause exhibitionism." she said
      with a smile and kissed Winkin. Winkin gave Mrs. Merton a steady gaze and
      then passionately kissed her back. Mrs. Merton was caught in a sexual frenzy.
      The two intertwined in naked lust. "Ehm." Mrs. Merton gasped after their love
      making, "I-I will make you a superstar." She stumbled out of the studio partially
      clothed.
          Winkin levitated spinning over and over as she played her flute. Time spun
      quickly and when Mrs. Merton returned she was an old woman. "You!" she
      shouted, "Where have you been? Your music has turned everyone into sexual
      zombies. You must stop it. Stop playing that flute." Mrs Merton was naked
      and covered in scratches. Winkin gave a wicked smile, "What is life without
      music?" And she played her flute. Mrs. Merton screamed and ran out into the
      street for the waiting hordes of orgy.


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