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beer and leftover pizza with the rain beating down on the roof. I really hadn’t meant to spark a conversation about whether or not time travel was possible, or if it was happening in the Village. After one in the morning, I just kind of fell asleep in the hard chair. The voices around me kept going until much later.
    But I woke abruptly when my cell phone chimed at five a.m. I’d never set an alarm on it. If I had, it certainly wouldn’t have been for that time of the morning. The Village didn’t open until ten. Nights were late here. No one got up before nine.
    It took me a few minutes to turn off the alarm. By that time, I was completely awake. The living room was empty, but I could hear snoring from the bedrooms around me.
    “Good morning, dear. I hope you’re feeling better this morning.”
    I glanced around and finally found a short, older woman sitting in the chair beside me. She was smiling at me and kicking her little feet about a foot off the floor. She was dressed in a bright blue version of Little Red Riding Hood’s hood, cape, and gown.
    “I guess I’m okay,” I answered carefully. “Who are you?”
    She giggled, kicking her feet until her layers of blue petticoats were bouncing. “I’m Starshine, your fairy godmother, of course.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    “Of course.” I got out of the chair and stretched. My back hurt and my legs were numb. “I’m going to get breakfast now, if I can find anything besides cold pizza to eat. I’ll see you later.”
    “I’d rather go with you, if you don’t mind. We have a lot to talk about and very little time to act on the problems that have been created by your wish.”
    “My wish?” I just thought yesterday was weird. “I don’t remember making a wish.”
    “Silly girl. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t made a wish.” Starshine tapped my cheek with her finger. “I suppose I would technically still be in Renaissance Faire Village if you hadn’t made that wish, but I certainly wouldn’t be in this hovel. I don’t think you would be either.”
    Her voice was beautiful. It had a chiming quality to it that made it sound as though she were singing. Her hair was long and silver. It hung down her back past her waist. She was only about three feet tall, and that might only have been if she was stretching.
    “Okay. I’m in. Why not?” I stared at her as I ran my fingers through my hair so it wasn’t sticking up all over my head. “What wish did I make?”
    She cleared her throat. “I wish that Chase wasn’t the Village Bailiff.”
    I sat down again. “How did you know I said that?”
    “Because I’m your fairy godmother. I hear all your wishes, Jessie, even the ones I think might be better off left unwished—such as this one. There are catastrophic side effects to this kind of wish that most people just don’t realize.”
    “I’m asleep, right? Maybe I’m in a coma or something which would explain everything that happened yesterday and you too, with your tiny little feet. No one can walk on feet that small.”
    She had feet that would have been too small for some large dolls. And she kept kicking them.
    “Or you made an unwise wish and you’re dealing with the aftermath.” She smoothed back her fine hair with a tiny hand.
    For just a moment, I was terrified. Was this real? Was she right? Had I lost my mind?
    Then I realized that no one really had a fairy godmother. No one is out there granting crazy wishes for unsuspecting museum directors. It was all part of the prank—a prolonged, carefully planned and executed prank to be sure. But still a prank.
    “Okay. Thanks for the information. I have to go.” No one was fooling me with this, and someone was going to pay when I pranked them later.
    “No. Wait. You can’t go out looking that way,” she said.
    “Are you gonna change this to a poofy, sparkly gown so I can go to the ball?”
    “Some people are so hard to learn,” she told me. “I gave you exactly what you asked for. What