Glitter, Not Fairy Dust

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Glitter, Not Fairy Dust

Once upon a time, in the middle of nowhere, there was a boy who was selfish,

conceited, and ungrateful. Everyone knew him as the boy who had everything, yet stillwanted more.

“I WANT MORE CANDY,” the boy screamed, “I WANT ANOTHER BIKE,

AND A TV, AND A STEREO, AND EVERYTHING!

And his mother complied.

“STOP,” the boy’s father yelled, “Our son already has everything. We will buy

him no more.”

The boy screamed and ran out of the house toward the woods. He stopped and

looked around.

“Where am I? I don’t remember this place.”

Just then a voice interrupted the boy.

“Oh, little boy, you have strayed far from home, so far that you may never be

found,” a voice cackled.

“Who said that?” the boy asked nervously.

There was no response. The boy went to the largest oak tree and sat in its shadow

clenching his knees, and trembling with fear.

“Oww,” the boy said. An apple had fallen on his head.

“Wait, this isn’t an apple tree,” the boy said as he looked up.

Above him there was an old lady sitting in a tree.

“You children have no respect for anyone,” the old lady said as she threw another

apple at the boy’s head. The old lady jumped down landing on her back as she hit the

ground.

“Were you just trying to fly? Because if you think these little plastic wings are

going to help, they aren’t,” the boy said as he touched the costume wings on her back.

“I wasn’t trying to fly, I did fly. Didn’t you see me? You should recognize a fairy

when you see one.”

“You’re not a fairy, and you didn’t fly, you fell.”





“Oshkashbagosh, Oshkashbogash,” the old lady said dancing once again.

The boy screamed. “I CAN”T SEE!”

“Yes, I know,” to old lady replied, “Remember that time you saw that man with a

seeing eye dog and decided you wanted a new puppy, now you are going to know how he

felt walking into that telephone pole.”

The boy said nothing else. The old lady broke out the parchment again, but this

time she had to read it to the boy.

“You’re next task will be to find a needle in this haystack.”

“Isn’t that, I don’t know, a little overused,” the boy said.

“I wasn’t finished,” she said, “After you find the needle, you most sew the buttons

back on this jacket for the squirrel that lives in that tree over there so that he will be

warm.”

The young boy did not say anything further even though he thought the idea was

bizarre. The old lady led him to the haystack and he began to dig. After about an hour,

the boy still hadn’t found anything. He frequently yelled out, “Old lady, I think you’ve

fallen off your rocker!”

Every time he complained the size of the haystack doubled.

After several hours, the old lady grew impatient. “Just forget it, you’re worthless,

this is just a waste of my time. Okay, there is going to be one more chance and that’s it,

but I’m going to warn you, this task is going to be difficult. Once I put the fairy dust on

you and say the magic words, you will open your eyes and you will be back home, but

not the home you know. You will see the things you have done by being selfish and you

will see others who are grateful for every little thing they have. Once I think you have

seen enough you will have to tell me what you saw and how you feel. If you do this to

my liking, then I will return you home.”

The boy stood there and closed his eyes. When he opened them he saw his life

happening before his eyes, but this time he was just an innocent bystander. He saw

everything he had done in the past. He saw the time he took a blind man’s dog, and the

time that he screamed at his parents because they wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

The boy saw a family who had nothing, yet were happy, and he saw a man who was



homeless giving away his few possessions to children who he thought were less

fortunate.

“So what do you think?” old lady asked.

He opened his eyes to find he was back in the woods, “You’re right,” he said,

“I’m selfish and ungrateful. I don’t deserve anything. I guess you do have a point after

all.”

“TOLD YOU SO,” the old lady yelled.

The boy saw his house in the distance and ran, but before he reached his yard he

looked back to see the old woman back up in her tree and yelled, “You’re still not a

fairy!”

The old lady looked at the boy and screamed, “YES, I AM,” but he voice drifted

off as she plunged to the ground.

“Pleehh, yuck,” she said as she spat out dirt. “Okay, so maybe I cant fly, BUT

I’M STILL A FAIRY!”

by Jaime Bellemare

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