Thursday, June 17, 2010

Nannying 2



She then proceeds to sip out of it, grabs her mothers small vase and its stand it sits upon, and moves around the furniture to make a little throne/station for herself. She grabs some silver wrapped Hershey kisses from the bowl on the table and places them in a wine glass for herself. She then grabs the large peacock feathers from her dads desk and places them in a vase next to her, creating her little lair. She then describes different spells she knows, "as a dark fairy" she explains, and how the one she is working on right now involves 5 drops of human "blood cells" haha, and a squirrels heart, and a puppy dogs nose and some cat fur. She says, people are on the way "mortals" to kill us at the stake by burning us to ashes. Extreme imaginations are great people: sidenote. As she munches on a Hershey kiss and drinks her "witch wine" she asks me to grab the phone, "vase and display dish" and the book "in German" of Spells, "Native American something or other". She tells me to dial the, "Burmez house" and warn them of the humans coming. So I place the dish to my ear after pressing fake buttons upon the side of the vase, and talk into the vase where the flowers may go. "Hello, is this the Burmez house?", I say, "Yes, this is the queen dark fairy and her dark fairy accomplice and we want you to know you have to get out of there because people are after you to burn you alive", "The queen says you need to take off on your brooms and go to...." I look at her sitting in her throne, "Nevada" she Cooley replies, haha. "Nevada" I tell nobody into the vase, and she smiles. "They want to know what your address is to send you some Unicorn blood for helping them", I tell her. She softly replies, "I am in no need for unicorn blood, I would much rather have some fairy dust" haha. "Queen would rather have fairy dust if you have it" I say to our friends, "they want to know if you want the pink or yellow kind", I ask her. "The rainbow please" she answers, and I reply such demands over our vase phone to them. Then she brings me a piece of paper and dabs the bottom of one of the peacock fathers into the "witch wine" and says to me, "I need to practice my spell writing" and hands me the tools to do so. This girl is too much, but it's great, more to come...

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