Day Nine and a Half
Dear Diary,
Assassin, here I come.
Shaking fairy dust off my butt, I quickly change into pink battle leathers because that’s what you wear when kicking ass.
Shrinking down, I fly through the acorn’s cap. Once outdoors, I retake my full size and—WHAMMO—there’s my target.
An assassin stands by our oak. The sun rises behind this mystery attacker, leaving their face in shadow.
It’s such a dramatic moment, I can’t even. I soak in the green vista of our pasture. My towering oak. The rising sun. And me, a badass pixie warrior in pink leather. It’s tempting to cast a spell of background music for the occasion.
Raising my right hand, I summon a sphere of pink magic. “Who goes here? Or there? No, definitely here.”
Not my best opening.
The shadows shift, revealing my oppo
