I was going to title this post “Please Don’t Eat The Daisies”, but then my dirty mind kicked in and I thought it wouldn’t be nice of me to dictate what someone does with the daisies. And Yes I am that kind of cheese that I made the hair match the flowers, well as best I could anyway. These adorable daisy outfits are currently available at…you guessed it, Fantasy Faire! If you wanna have some fun with someone you can actually pluck the petals. Since I didn’t have anyone around at the time my petals were left unplucked. And I think before I make anymore dirty innuendos I will leave you with a closeup of my daisy makeup and the credits.
Every year before Fantasy Faire opens they send out a Panic Flamingo. This year I thought why not be the Panic Flamingo? So I held open auditions and only told myself and the only other competitor, the coffee flamingo. I started off strong with the pink feathers and offering of refreshments. I did make a misstep when I referred to the role as the Panic Chicken instead of flamingo. I don’t know why my brain wants it to be a chicken so bad!
My second mistake came during the question and answer round. The question that got me into the most trouble was “What would you do to help motivate creators”. The coffee-mingo said something about encouraging words and fresh coffee on demand. A very diplomatic answer I guess, but would that really motivate them? My answer caused a bit of an uproar and phrases being tossed about like “creating a hostile work environment”, “You can’t assault creators” and “You need to leave…Now”. All I said was that I would pelt them with day old scones if they were slacking off. I mean all the hard working ones would get fresh pastries and tea, or coffee I guess. So my dreams of being the Panic Flamingo were dashed, but read on because I may have gotten my revenge.
You see after my crushing defeat and swearing never to pull a stunt like this again I was approached by these little fellas (fellas being a non-gender specific use here). They told me if I wanted a sneak peek at all the Fantasy Faire happenings and maybe a idea of what the realms will be they have the hook up. It will only cost me some waffles and wootberry syrup. Now waffles are easy to come by, even I know how to make them, but I was troubled by the wootberry syrup. Was is faire slang for some illegal substance, was it just a flavor I had never heard of before? In the end I just mixed some blueberry, strawberry and maple syrup together and presented it with the waffles. They seemed will to tell me where to get the information so now I am sharing with you. And no it’s not because I am petty.
I realize reading the title back of this post that it sounds a bit naughty, but that wasn’t my intent. I had planned on writing a cute little story, so that is what I will do!
Every year after the rush of Easter the bunnies get together for a feast. Everybunny scours the farms and forests for the best carrots they can find. This year Miss Bunny found a polka dotted carrot that had an almost magical aura to it. She pulled it from the ground and sat with it for a moment.
Miss Bunny carefully carried the carrot back to the burrow for the post-Easter festivities. She was proud of her carrot find, but there was something about this carrot. It was different and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share it with the others.
She held onto the carrot with all her might, not wanting to share it with anybunny else. She never returned to the burrow and no one has seen her since, Some say she ran off with the carrot to a small island where she lives alone hidden by the carrots magic. Others believe she ate the carrot and transformed into something completely different. No one knows for sure what her fate was, all that is known is that the carrot was magic and she loved the carrot.
Phire Within 