A breeze kept fluttering the pages of my book as I tried to read them. I turned the other way, putting my back to it, but it seemed to follow me. I moved about several times before I finally looked up.

“Gah!” I jumped, pressing the book to my chest (and losing my page) in my shock.

The breeze was produced by a large moth. A VERY large moth. Its wingspan was probably roughly the same as my armspan. Instead of flitting about to keep in the air as most moths do, it flapped its wings softly, sending little gusts of air out into my face.

“Allo.” It said. It had a cheery looking face, with a big smile and intelligent eyes. Antennae hung from its forehead into its face like a fringe, and it puffed them out of the way. I did not reply, too busy staring at it, and this made it uncomfortable. “Allo.” It repeated, in a less friendly tone.

“You’re… huge. And pink.” I said. It frowned.

“So are you.”

This was quite true. “Sorry.” I said, which soothed the feathers that lined its wings. “It’s nice to meet you, but I’m afraid I’m quite busy.”

“No you’re not.” It replied, hovering over my shoulder as I turned away to get back to my book. “You’re just reading.”

“I have to finish this book today.” I explained. “I borrowed it and it needs to go back tomorrow.”

“I have something more important for you to do.” It declared. I looked over my shoulder at it.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I was sent to take you to Fairyland. You’ve got to rescue the prince.”

I looked at it dubiously. “I’m not sure I have the time.”

“But the citizens of Fairyland needs your help!” The moth cried, moving to hover directly in front of my face. I resisted the urge to bat it away, as it probably wouldn’t take kindly to that.

“I’m sure there are plenty of people who would love to go to Fairyland.” I said mollifyingly, “Why don’t you go and find one of them?”

The moth was quite distressed by my refusals, and was swaying in frustrating in front of me. “But they wanted you! You’ve got to rescue the prince and marry him.”

“What?” I snorted. “I can’t marry some random fairy prince. I have to finish this book and start packing.”

“You don’t need to pack.” The moth beamed at me. “You’ll have everything you ever need in Fairyland. You just have to climb on my back and off we go!”

“I’m not packing for Fairlyand! I’m going to Spain!” I stood up, ducking under the moth, and strode toward the kitchen, hoping it would take the hint and leave. It didn’t, and followed me.

“But Fairyland needs you!” It cried plaintively, sniffling like a child whose toy has been taken away. “You can’t just ignore them!”

“Yes I can.” I said, positioning myself around the corner with the heavy wooden chopping board in my hands. The moth drifted around the corner, mouth open to whine some more, and I swatted it head on with the board.

Then, leaving the bright pink, feathery corpse on the floor, I went back to the living room and my book.