Blast it all. It's near midnight, and I still can't sleep. Then again, this is nothing new. There have been hundreds of nights where I've been unable to rest. I just lie there, breathing deeply, occasionally glancing over at my lovely buck-toothed wife. One would think I'd be used to it. But it's what keeps me up that frustrates me…
Our damned goody-two-shoes counterparts, Cosmo and Wanda.
Fate is a cruel mistress, even more horrifying than the Tooth Fairy. Everyone in Fairy World knows that whenever a Fairy is born, his or her evil double, an Anti-Fairy, is also created. It's already insulting that my good version is a complete idiot, but I know fully well that's happy. He and his pink-haired wife, living every day in their little fish bowl, granting wishes to their hyperactive child, without a care in the world. Whereas my darling and I are stuck in this infernal prison, our only crime being born.
As if we asked to be Anti.
Of course I enjoy creating bad luck for those pathetic human