The boy was your average teen, so it was on that Sunday that he was obliged to take his little sister out. It was her seventh birthday; she asked to go see the performance of “Mr. Bunny” on the far side of the moon. And like everyone else they went there by the rocket tube. It was an interesting piece of engineering, a crystal clear piece of tube stretching all the way to the moon. Inside the tube you have to go into a cylindrical compartment, think of it as a high-tech lift. It was packed as it was a Sunday, so they had to fit in like sardines in a tin can. It didn’t take long to get to the moon, with all the advanced technology powering the lift.
When they got to the venue, there was only a few people about, the opening act was a bunny band, rocking to some adlibbed sixties rock and roll. The boy find this boring and soon dozed off. When he woke up the show was already well under way, Mr. Bunny was on stage, he was a large, your average brown haired bunny wearing a silky red cape. He did some magic tricks, some classic tricks which the boy gathered was using smoke and mirrors.
Near the end of the show Mr. Bunny asked the audience if they were ready for the Grand Finale, where the children in the audience enthusiastically cheered back in response. He then reached inside his cape and pulled out something that glowed brightly in the dimmed auditorium. “This boys and girls” he said “is a fairy…” The fairy then flew around the auditorium sprinkling golden glittering dust upon everybody that was sitting there. The children laughed and giggled as the dust tickled their nose. Then one by one they started to float from their seats. As parents and guardians panicked trying to hold down the children that are starting to float away Mr. Bunny exclaimed “That boys and girls, is real magic!” as he disappeared, melting into the blackness of the stage.
The children kept on floating and giggling happily for the next minute or two, with frantic parents trying to rein them in until the effect went away. All the while the boy was thinking why the hell I didn’t get to fly or why no adults are affected by the fairy dust.
As they walked outside they happened onto a booth selling Mr. Bunny’s fairy cake. They were white creamy éclair like with sprinklings of golden sugar. Naturally the little sister wanted some so big brother bought a couple of boxes to take home.
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The next day the boy went to his part time job at the local convenience store, he bought a box of the cakes to share with his co-workers. As it happens the owner of the store was in and sampled a cake. He was a small man, pretty average looking, except for those huge spectacles that’s perched on his tiny nose. Mr. Fairborne Edward was his name, while behind his back everyone calls him Mr. Fair-E, or fairy for short. So it was a coincidence, or is it irony that the moment his tongue tasted the fairy cake he exclaimed “This is the real fairy cake!” and rushed out of the store.
As it happens Mr. Fairborne, Fairy we’ll call him from now on, also owns a cake factory, with the taste of the cake still in his mouth he went into his workshop, gathered his entire chef’s and cooks and ordered them to recreate that magical taste. For the next year they would toil away trying to make their own magical taste. And as it turns out all their hard work was worth it, they created a taste that surpassed Mr. Bunny’s fairy cake. The cake shop raked in the success, Mr. Fairy now a multi millionaire is swimming in cash, the cake was exported all over the world, they even opened up a new shop in Mars.
But as with all good thing, there is always more demand than supply, and when they finally caught up with the demand, the popularity of the cake was going down, you see, because the factory was being mass producing trying to catch up with demand, the quality control dropped in favor of speed of production, so as it is the cake was loosing its magic touch.
Mr. Fairy was no fool, he then concentrated all his resources into the development of new magical cakes, and all of his money was poured into his cakes. Which in this point of the story brings us into the life of his daughter, being born into riches, this daughter of his was a very royal girl, giving away things here and there, she wasn’t a bad girl, she was just a big spender, and one of the things she loves to spend it on was on her boyfriend. Alas for her this boy of her doesn’t have the purity of heart to match his charming good looks. In fact he was using his good looks to pry more money out of Mr. Fairy’s daughter.
When the news of how Mr. Fairy is spending all his money into cakes and none for his daughter, this mean hearted boyfriend hatched a fiendish scheme to get rid of Mr. Fairy and to marry the girl when she inherited his estates. So it goes the evil man plots schemes by night, and by day gives glowing smile to the girl, scheming into the night, taking into account of all Mr. Fairy’s activities. Until he finally concocted the ultimate evil plan to dispose of Mr. Fairy.
Fast forward on to D-day, Mr. Fairy was being driven home through his usual route, which would take him to the bridge that would connect the mainland to Mr. Fairy’s private land. There the evil boy friend have planted lots and lots of C4, to blow up the bridge and send Mr. Fairy into his doom.
As he waited for the car to reach the middle of the bridge, his fingers itching on the trigger, breath haggard with anticipation and of wealth filling his mind, the car finally made it past the centre mark of the bridge when he pushed the trigger. The explosions started at the base of the bridge, making its way up in a fiery ball of heat, ravishing the steel and concrete, sundering all joints to oblivion.
The part of the bridge where the car was, miraculously still hangs, albeit teetering on a fine line between survival and certain doom. Inside Mr. Fairy and his driver was shouting, frantic upon their certainty of doom, crying helplessly for any help that would come.
Suddenly in a blaze of color the car was lifted up from its perch of death, and set upon on safe land by a mysterious super hero. If you would describe him he was a “Golden Age” Era type, with muscular build, his cape was a like a magnificent flag in the wind, a certain radiance of charisma, and a reassuring smile that would lift the spirit of all victims he just saved. The Super hero then found the evil man and bought him to justice…
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The moral of this story? How the hell should I know? It’s a weird dream I had in an afternoon nap.
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