[--------------------------------------------------------------------------] ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #518 `888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8 888 888 888 888 888 "Bedtime Story" 888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 888 888 888 888 888 " by Z 888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 3/16/99 o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8 [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] There once was a red-headed faeiry named Zephyr. She was named after the gentle breeze known as fate that turns people towards their destiny. Zephyr was not your ordinary faeiry who flew around visiting flowers, talking with small woodland creatures, and generally running amuck by exposing herself to various humans. No, that was not our Zephyr! Instead, she was part of the quiet type, who added joy to the lives of those she chose to touch, simply by sticking her cute little red-headed personality in. However, like all good faeiries, Zephyr did expose herself to one human being. She didn't do it to run a muck; she didn't do it for her own personal human slave; she didn't do it cos it was easy (you see, exposing oneself to a human was strictly against all faeiry policy and morality. Seems kinda silly actually, but that was what was engrained in Zephyr's cute little head). She did it because she fell in love. Love is not a feeling that faeiries are supposed to fall prey to - especially not faeiries of Zephyr's caliber. Those like Zephyr were supposed to poke in and out of people's lives, her touch unnoticed and not asked for; however, Zephyr suddenly found herself in love. Oh, what a grand feeling it is! Zephyr reveled in the sheer joy of the feeling itself, not questioning why or what. Then she began to see that love is not perfect, that it hurts, and that the object of her affection was human. Woe was Zephyr. The human saw the pain in Zephyr's eyes; the fear of change from her normal quiet faeiry ways; the pain associated with having this feeling cut off from her all her faeiry life. The human saw this and did the most remarkable thing - he loved Zephyr more! Unaccostomed to the thought of being loved not just for being a cute pixie faeiry, but also for being more human than any faeiry ought to be, Zephyr nearly fell off the edge of faeiry existence. She pulled herself together and allowed the human to love her, and loved him back everyway she knew how. And you know what? Zephyr became human. [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #518 - WRITTEN BY: Z - 3/16/99 ]