The chime rang, and the Fairy Godmother, Fay Godsmom, looked up from her pillow at the door through a single eye.
“What is it?”
“Your Wisdom, a request has come through the ether,” came Jezbel’s voice. Jezbel was a nice up-and-coming fairy, but she never let her sleep.
“Very well, I’ll be there in a moment, Jezzy, prepare my wand,” Fay Godsmom said.
With a spin of her finger, Fay was dressed in a sparkling robe, dancing in pixie-dust and leprechaun’s tears. She made her way to her study, floating on ether’s breath which always tickled her toes.
Jezbel was there wand in fist, “Here you are Wisdom Mistress,”
Taking the wand, Fay Godsmom asked, “Who is our subject today?”
“Kermit Gorf!” Jezbel answered.
“The Frog?”
“No, the Gorf!” Jezbel nodded.
“What is a Gorf?” Fay looked at her apprentice, who shrugged. “Hmm, perhaps he would rather be a frog then. Off we go.”
A wave of the wand took Fay and Jezbel before Kermit Gorf.
Jezbel smiled, “He’s kinda cute, for a Gorf,”
“What can we do for you, today, Mr. Gorf,”