by W.A. Tyler

One day in the bush a fairy met a fly. The fairy said the fly's wings were a bit small and offered him a spare pair of her own that she had at home.

"No need at all," buzzed the old fly. "You are called a fairy because you are fair and pretty to see. My wings may be small, but they are big enough for me. I can soon fly. That is how I got my name."

"Sorry," said the fairy. "I didn't understand."