Ring, Ring

Ring, Ring

“Ring, ring…”

“Hello?”

“And how are you this wonderful morning?”

“Who’s this?”

“My name is Mary…”

“Well, Mary, my name is Late,” she hung up.

“Ring, ring…”

“Hello?”

“And how are you this wonderful morning?”

“You did that already, Mary!” she hung up again.

“Ring, ring…”

“Listen. Don’t call again!”

“I could help you.”

“I’m late because I can’t find my book, and my hair looks like a spider lives in it, you can’t help me.

“Your book is in the living room under the sofa. You should be using a comb instead of a brush on your hair, brushes make electricity, it’s harder to fix…”

“Who is this?”

“I’m your fairy god mother.”

“I’m calling the police!”

“Like you did when you thought aliens had kidnapped your Dad, when you were six?”

“How do you know that?!”

“Because I’m your fairy god mother.”

“And you call on the phone?”

“You never ask me for things anymore…”

“I’m a grown up now…”

“Well, I’m still your fairy god mother…”

“Well, what do other fairy god mothers do when their kid grows up?”

“Huh, I should ask!”

“Absolutely! Now go do that,” she hung up, and then made a call of her own.

“Ring, ring…”

“This is Alara, how can I help you?”

“It’s Bee, Mary is calling me again.”

“I’m sorry. We try to keep her busy, but you know how it is with fairy god mothers.”

“Yes, but I have my own work to do, can you distract her??”

“We have a new born coming out in two minutes. I’ll assign her!”

“Thanks, Alara, I love Mary, but I grew up a long time ago, she just won’t let go.”

“It’s the phone…”

“What?”

“She loves phones…”

“But she’s a fairy god mother!”

“And, she’s also a girl…”