He stared at the tiny faerie and knew that she was real.

Unaware that she had company, the tiny faerie reached out toward the sweet cake.

I frowned at the tiny faerie.

The tiny faerie leapt up into the air again and zoomed over to the cloud around the pizza.

I felt the warmth of the light around the tiny faerie like a patch of sunlight on my scalp.

It alighted on the ground, the light dimming to a luminous sheen over the form of a tiny faerie, Toot-toot.

It whirled on the tiny faerie in a sudden fury, its form shifting, becoming more feline, though it kept the long forelimbs.

I rolled the window down a bit, and the tiny faerie streaked out ahead of my car, guiding me to the back of the lot.