The Gift That Keeps on Aggravating
I was so used to the fairy pigs that I forgot to tell my cousin visiting for Christmas. He woke up to his robe gone and two misshapen sacks by his bed.
I rushed in at his cry of shock.
“Wow, what beautiful shoes!” I exclaimed. “Listen,” I whispered, “we have tiny fairy pigs in the house. They make us shoes every night. They think I’m a shoemaker.”
“These look like diseased potatoes!”
“They can’t really sew with their little trotters. Just play along. They’re very sensitive.”
“Oh goody. I kinda want bacon for breakfast now.”
“I can understand that.”
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Fairy bacon may be an ask too far
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Yeah, probably. Maybe regular bacon would be okay. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Great ….
Now I want bacon, too.
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🙂
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I so love the title. 🙂
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I tried a few but this was the one that sounded the best.
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It’s perfect.
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Fairy bacon sounds magical. 🙂
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I’m sure it would be, although if it comes from fairy pigs they would have to be very small portions. 🙂 Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year David.
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imaginative…
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Thank you!
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Dear David,
The fairy pigs are safe with me. I only eat chicken, turkey or beef bacon. 😉 I get such a kick out of the flying pig windchimes (although they don’t actuallty chime). After a nice sunny day they light up, changing colors. Just fun.
Cute and quirky story,
Shalom and happy holidays,
Rochelle
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