Last year, I sent my first bubble riders on a mission of joy. Their message was as simple as it was complicated:
What I offer is an ear. A shoulder. An embrace across the miles. A tickle. A story. A lick. A song. A picture. A gift. A dream. A sip. A tear.
Here is the story:
…and when the bubble riders were certain he was asleep, they found their way under covers and pajamas, coaxing an erection that they could happily use on their playground. While he slept, they rode their makeshift sliding board until it was nearly dawn. When he awoke, he could not remember any of the details from his dream, but he was certain it was a good one.
I soon discovered that these particular fairies were highly specialized, and I never again saw such passion.