There was a smart girl fairy without wings without elf ears regular size named Christina. She had a friend named Bella who was an angel of the Lord. Christina was 25, and Bella was only 15. Christina was dressed in purple, and Bella in yellow. There was another friend who was 15 named Chloe Grace. She wore green, like Tinkerbell. So, they were 3 normal girls. Chloe was a witch, tho.
They all sat on a bank eating some delicious sandwiches with exquisite sauce and bread. A wizard named Phil came up to them. Chloe and Christina shied away, but Bella said, "Hi!"
"Hello," said Phil as he bent over and tipped his cap. "Now, I need the help of someone-"
"I'll do it!" said Christina, as though it was like joining the military.
"Okay," he turned her away. He gave Bella a goodbye rub. The 2 girls ran off together.
Christina tried to keep up the pace with him. She skipped along his long strides. He was 6'4" in real life, and she only had stood at 5'4".
"I want you to come on a trip with us mortals," he said. He looked at her. "You're going to partake in a caravan with us all and look after children."
"Splendid!" she gave back.
The caravan was set. They all went. She watched over the children walking alongside the wagon where they sayed. She kept a sharp eye.
Finally, it was time to settle. They set a fire all around. Christina woke up and saw 2 red, glowing eyes staring at her. Another girl woke up who was about 5 and screamed. Phil, as did the others, picked up the girl. Christina darted toward the animal and off it went. What if it could leap over the fire? What if there were giant cats? Christina heaved. A nice boy who was 35 picked up Christina and kissed her. They went to bed.
Morning followed, and they reached the carnival. She went on the rather abandoned yet elaborately set up tunnel of love, and Phil was there with his best friend. He said hi. Christina laughed. She hated the ferris-wheel, for real. Phil kicked her onto it, and it was really all the drama. She hated the boat ride that swung back and forth and the tower rides. The 35-year-old boy who picked her up went with her, and she was so sick. She never touched a tower ride.
They all went back, in the end of some spectacular rides.
It was dangerous. Christina worked in the home of Phil taking care of kids. He studied these young kids. When they had to all leave she left with the kids and Phil and became the servant. Finally, the children left, and Christina went to Africa because she always loved it and learned to speak Afrikkans and lived in a nice house in a village she found.
The End again!