"You know, you look like a fairy of old," Mike said as he took in Frankie's new look.

"Huh?"

"The wings, claws, fangs and ears," Mike pointed out. "Those type of fairies used to guard treasure and glittery things."

Frankie adopted a thoughtful look on his face. "Really?"

"Really," Mike promised. If Mike knew what Frankie had been thinking when he told him that story, he would've retracted it right away.

~~~

Kevin was making a sandwich for himself and Mike when there was a warcry and Frankie pouncing on him.

It was a good thing the wings were flexable as they both went down in a tangle of limbs. "Frankie!" Kevin cried out as Frankie clung to him like a limpet.

"You glitter, Kevin," Frankie pointed out and then grinned, fangs flashing. "All your treasure and glitter belong to me."

Kevin sighed and wondered who he had to kill for putting that story into Frankie's head.