Once upon a time… in a land far, far away…
There lived 4 fairy godmothers who laughed each day.
Caring for their 4 fairy babies, for their safety, they would pray.
Happy as they were, not all felt quite so gay…
Down the road lived a powerful vex who proclaimed himself the greatest gourmet.
As for his tastes, well he preferred those who were young fae…
Fearing for their safety, the babies were sent away.
Their ritual interrupted by the vex, he would say:
“I swear to all that is ugly and evil, those babies I shall fillet!”
At the last second, the ritual succeeded, but they were all sent a different way…
Separated, the babies were left to fend for their own.
Thus, the godmothers set out to find their babies, their determination shone.
After many long years and months, they had found all but one.
Nearly united, they couldn’t stop until their work was done.
At long last, they eventually found the final child.
But she was weak and bloodied, collapsed on a slab of stone.
For so long, she had been left alone,
And the consequences of fishing so many aberrant fishes had begun.
The godmothers used their fairy magic, in bright ribbons it spun,
Their powers grew brighter and brighter, surging into her all wild.
And as they grew exhausted, the child coughed… and smiled.
With new life breathed into her body, the child was saved from the brink of death.
United at last with the entire family, the godmothers told her the truth, in depth.
They each shared tales of their lives with each passing hour.
And concerned for her penchant for fishing, the godmothers combined the last of their power.
In a nearby lake, they raised eight islands, each one designed after a fairy,
And each one, purified from the dangers of the aberrated, they now live with laughter.
The godmothers slowly recover their powers with their kids in a family fish store, happily ever after.
The End.
