Magic swirled around the willow trees, sparkling

Magic swirled around the willow trees, sparkling and dangerous. "See? I toldja so!" Billy whispered to the other two boys hiding, watching, enchanted at the sight of

fairies dancing in the moonlight. Billy smiled and allowed one to land on his finger. "So you weren't lying!" Paul gasped. "But we're still going to beat you up, you know."

Billy looked at him concerningly and stammered, "But I thought-" before he got pushed to the ground. The fairies fluttered away as Paul gave one heavy kick to the ribcage and

knocked Billy's teeth out. As Billy lay on the ground moaning, he tried to smile and he gagged on his broken teeth and blood. Paul turned white with fear, but before he could run

Paul had to learn to walk. He wispered a solemn eulogy to Billy who lay dead in the dust. Fortunately, the fearsome beast had a soft spot for babies, so Paul

took

taken, tookin, token, tokin', taking, tolling, trolling, Tolkien, folkin, frickin', frakin', funkified,

and fabulous, darlin'! I was surprised by RuPaul's gushy compliment. Suddenly, I felt pretty for the first time in my life. I turned slowly, admiring how the pink satin clung

To all the right curves in all the right places. I smiled and stared singing. "I feel pretty...

and witty and bright!" I pirouetted my way through the crowd singing, all the while unable to contain my joy for I was certain me and her would be together forever now.