It was the end of winter, which meant the fairies would wake after the Big Thaw, when the ground unfroze for the summer. They’d yawn and stumble out of their dens, stretching and rubbing their tiny fairy eye as they set about seeing all the work that would need to be done on their part, to bring spring fully into bloom. Elmer enjoyed this time of year most of all. No, he didn’t like the wet paws, or the chill and dampness that clung to his fur. But half-awake fairies were delicious, especially when they stumbled directly into his mouth.
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