Fran held her breath as the butterfly came closer. It alighted on the armrest of the old bench, and Fan froze. This butterfly wore a face, and the legs were those of a tiny human, rather than an insect. Fran’s eyes grew round.
A fairy. This must be a fairy.
„You are so beautiful“, she whispered.
The fairy fluttered closer, and settled on Fran’s wrinkled fingers. It opened and closed its wings once more before smiling up at Fran.
„Will you grant me a wish?“
The fairy nodded, and Fran knew immediately what she wanted. „Make me young again“, she said. „Young as a puppy.“
The fairy giggled, rose up and touched Fran’s nose with a tiny finger. Fran sneezed, bowling the fairy over and over in the air. The stunned look of the fairy made her laugh.
Golden dust blew through the air as well, and Fran felt her whole body tingle and change. A moment later, she cowered on the ground.
She had paws as hands, covered in golden fur. A tail wiggled questioningly. Her chocked scream came out as a weak yelp. Oh, she was young again, indeed.
But she was also now a real puppy.