Flowery Fairy

There once upon a time was a little boy who grew up like a space fairy.

He grew up in a family of space fairies.

After a long spell he grew bored and flew off to a planet full of way cooler space fairies. And it was good.

Then, with a lot of magic flying all over the place, the little fairy boy made a lot of beautiful air or space sculptures out of a little tiny bit of fairy food.

On a tangent, fairies eat a mix of little sprouts from flowers and fungi and fronds and other families of flora.

The flowers flowed out flooding the fun family of new fairies.

There were still a handful of ogrefish, but nonetheless, the fairy boy and the new friendly fairies flew along fairly well, having fun all the while fixing a fresh fill of chowders.

The next day, the fairy boy went back to sleep and woke up a new dawn with lots of happy news burbling again out of the brook of flowering freshness and youth.

"Each day, a new storm to brew!" he yelled giddily.

And then they all lived happily ever after.

The End! :)

Moral of the story: always fly around to lots of different places and have fun with fresh new fairy faces and then fly some more! :)