What is a Piynie? I asked myself. How do I explain thousands of years worth of history and tradition?   I take a step closer to the girl's ear, which is at least three or four times the size of my whole body.

"Well," I say, and begin with the basics.  "We are small creatures..."

"Yeah, I got that."

I paused, waiting.


"Hm. Piynies have been around for centuries, living way longer anything else but always appearing young.  We hid in rural Bulgarian countrysides with our very own civilisations.  We used to be a lot bigger, and could fly, but as the years went on the societies around us became more developed and we had to adapt.  Piynies shrunk dramatically and most of us live in the cities; right on the top of the tallest buildings.  We lost our wings and became exeptionally good climbers so we can get to almost anywhere."

"So you used to be like fairies?"  the girl interrupts me again.

"No.  We are fairies.  Like I said, we lived in the countryside, completely isolated from any other being.  The vast majority of Piynies didn't even know that there was anything else outside their little community.  That was until people started to travel. 

One day an unsuspecting man walks right past a Piyni settlement and one brace little girl decides to fly up and see what he was.  The man gets a fright, runs back to his home, tells his friends and boom - fairy-mania commences."

"That's... kind of sad." She sighs.

"Not really.  We had fun with children, pretending to swap they're teeth for money.  This soon became a tradition and when we got bored the kid's parents carried it on for us!"

The girl puts on a sarcastic voice, "So the tooth fairy isn't real!?"

"Sorry." I say, "Piynies are quite happy now, living alongside lots of different species across Europe.  I did live in the city for a bit; next to a hawk's nest, but I decided a bus could be more interesting.  I've been here for a while now, just watching the world go by."

"And no one has ever noticed you?" She asks scpetically.

"Never.  Well, maybe somebody might get a quick glimpse, but only to conclude that their eyes were playing tricks on them.  You know how hard it was for you notice me before, even when I was right on your shoulder." Gabby - I'd picked up her name from the friendly banter earlier, I wasn't really bothered if it wasn't quite right - chuckles, and I cling to her earing as her shoulder jumped up and down. I screamed, and she stopped abruptly.

"Sorry." She says, tense in her attempts to avoid moving.

"You should be." I mutters, brushing down my already mucky clothes. The Jelly baby had fallen off her shoulder and onto the floor.

She scoops me up in her hand so I didn't fall off when she would bend down to pick the sweet up.  I did think about protesting but she was really doing it with a good intention.  This was after all the first time I'd had any conversation with a human in almost two hundred years. 

Gabby straightens herself up and says, "I'll translate to Alex."

The End

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