Midsummer is here! But where isn't it Midsummer? Well, it's Midsummer there by bureaucratic decree and budget constraints! 100 Words Or Les Nessman tells you how.
Up in the North, no faerie can resist the call. The blazing sun sings to them, leaving other merriment to the all-too-brief night.But down in Tierra del Fuego, unlucky faeries toss newspaper scraps in their tiny fire pit and huddle around the flames.
"This is s-s-s-s-s-stupid," chattered Mugwort, rubbing his hands.
"Let's dance," said Flitwicket. "It might warm us up."
"Eurocentric b-b-b-b-b-bastards," grumbled Mugwort. "Why'd they change the schedule?"
"Something about a bulk discount on Pixie Dust," said Flitwicket. "Thank bureaucracy. Someone needs to frolic his frowns away."
Eyes narrowed. Delicate throats growled.
Flitwicket sparked nicely on the flame.
Never trust a faerie.
