The Hunt For Blog Fairy

So far no word of Fran's flitterings. I've been monitoring some of her haunts, but there's been no identifiable trends. Maybe she went mortal. Maybe she got stepped on. No idea.

I wrote a poem in case she happened to read this here, but before it was completed the pencil broke, stabbing into the middle of my right palm. I'll probably have to go to the doctor, but don't dare say how it happened.

Well Doc, there's this blog fairy I've been searching for, and in a last ditch I was writing this poem, ya see, and the pencil just stabbed me in the hand when it broke.

...and people said I used to do drugs, making me see things. Who needs drugs when you've got friends with wings making you hunt them and ask people "Have you seen a little blue woman with wings and a keyboard under her arm?"

Whatever. Maybe Santa's had better luck. I mean...if he's got the market on a red nosed reindeer, he's gotta have some kind of gadget to sniff for fairies. I'm sorry, I guess it's just the splinters in my nostrils from all the cheap fiberboard desks I've been under lately.

If you see her, tell her to say something. Clap your hands or something...say you believe in fairies. This is really starting to wear on me.