You're in a sunny field of flowers. But, yet with all the sun and flowers, you find yourself having chills. Something about this place freaks you out. The flowers that sway with the breeze don't seem right somehow. Suddenly a little voice pips up from somewhere around you.
"Hey, you! What are you doing? Are you just going to stand there?" The little voice says. You look around but can't see anyone. Where did this little voice come from? You keep looking around, but can't find anyone.
"Hey you! Down here!" The voice yells at you. You look down and see a tiny little midget of a person. A midget that happens to only be about as tall as your thumb! She's about the size of Tinkerbell . . . as you think about it, you notice that she looks exactly like Tinkerbell! With the wings and everything! You find yourself grinning at your own weird imagination. For surely there isn't a walking talking, thing that looks like Tinkerbell around here! Well, you decide that if Tinkerbell's here, then Peter Pan should be very close to follow!
You look around for a boy in green pantyhose that flies. When you don't see him you become very disappointed, and say, "What? A Tinkerbell without a Pan? Who ever heard of such a thing!"
The miniature person, who you now think of as Tinkerbell, glares up at you and stomps her foot in obvious aggravation. "Humans! Why, I should burn them all! I'll make you pay for that comment!" She leaps into the air and you see her beating those clear little wings that sparkle in the sunlight. She flies up to about your nose level and glares angrily into your eyes. "You're going to pay dearly for that comment!" She shakes a finger in your face.
All the sudden you find the situation very funny. You can't help but laugh at this little absurdity that happens to be yelling at you. You laugh right in her face... and you're not even sure if you meant to do it or not.
The little Tinkerbell smiles sweetly at you, inclines her head and says softly," Well, if you're going to be that way, would you care to come with me? I'd love to show you my little home!" She holds out a very miniature hand toward you. Do you take it?
