“What happened to you?”
Brown trampled through The Fairy Express, cursing in naughty four-letter words he taught small children as they played in gardens. His wings were sticky. And the smell… oh, the smell.
The day started like they all do — with the delivery of dog doo. He dumped a pile at the front door and pressed the button.
Snickering, he turned to make his getaway.
The door opened. Brown rattled on the rusty gate. Cat-crap!
Aerosol particles engulfed his wings.
“You got me in trouble with mum, you —” [insert a string of four-letter choice words].
More of Brown Fairy’s adventures can be read here.