The Hogs of Entropy 0518

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· 5 years ago

  

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        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. 

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 [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS!         HOE #518 - WRITTEN BY: Z - 3/16/99 ]