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||Issue: 283 | 16th day of Running, Y9
|The Prize Most SoughtThey were still quite a distance away from it, yet they could already hear the sounds of many, many voices within. Hanging over the bright red door was a dusty, peeling sign that read "The Pound"...|
|Family, Fire Faeries, and Faded Gold Pyjamas"Your family's weird, Pam." That was what Paul said almost every time he came to stay with her and her parents...|
|The NeoCola Factory"You fell asleep on the construction line again!" Krissy scolded...|
|Freedom Reigns"Maddie," Sophie said gently, trying to get her sister to understand, "it's my duty to go back and save those faeries..."|
|A Fruit's WorthThe stall owner snarled, "The next shipment doesn't come in until tomorrow morning. The caravan travels by night so that the fruit doesn't perish in the sun, but if you want some so bad, why don't you prance your furry little tail over to Qasala and buy it yourself?"|
|A Shocking Plushie StoryI'm going to tell you the sad and miserable story of Plushies, those poor toys that everyone just throws around without a second thought...|
|Tales from a Lost Grundo"It all started when my parents told me we were going on vacation to Faerieland..."|
|The (Fortunately) Disappearing Pencil Sharpener"Since you have all been such brilliant students, I have brought from home, for all of you to use this year, a classroom pencil sharpener!"|
|Boochi - World DominationEveryone loves a baby pet... right?|
|Illusen's Day Off"By order of Fyora, in punishment of thy many deeds dark and destructive, thou shalt be sentenced to a single day in the Glade..."|
|The Journal of a Moody FaerieIt's not even 8:00 yet, and already I've given out more prizes in two hours than I usually give out in one day...
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|Illusen, VictoriousJhudora first took a sip of her coffee, then unfolded the newspaper and began to read. Her eyes scanned the major headline, and her heart skipped a beat...|
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|Catching Up: Part Six|
Maybe Ms. Evea had meant it for her ears only. If that were true, though, she had to have singled Patricia out for some reason. But why? The Dark Faerie shrugged and sighed...