Ms Jiggly Puff and the Blazing Tail
Dear Ms Nixie, I write to you in good fairy faith with eyes wide open and defences at the ready, however I feel they may already have been breached. Forgive me, if I might sound a little slowpoke, for I find myself in a dazed stupor, spending entire days loafing at the waters edge. You see it seems the charm of a certain Mr. C. Harmander has overwhelmed my resistance and, as is, with all of our kind (the jiggly type), we lack inherent defence against the fire types. Oh my, not even a puff of magic dust can solve the fire types willingness to resist our charms. Just one smoking sashay of his flaming caboose and the fluff in my puff goes to a jiggling mess. You see, It's not just the size of his tail, it's the way he uses it that renders me weak at the appendages. It seems my voice has sent him to sleep. The frequency was all but wrong. Oh dear, what shall I do? No matter how much I pound him or play rough, nothing can quench his wandering eye for every little sassy ponyta tha