"I wonder why I'm stood standing here when I should be dangling from a tree by now ..?"
"Good Grief, now she's made me pose with some baubles just to show everyone how small I am ~ how humiliating!"
"You've got problems, she makes me sit right at the top of the tree just because I've got a halo and a silly gold-beaded dress. People keep telling her I don't look like a proper fairy but she drags me out every year and perches me up there. It's really uncomfortable actually."
"Personally, I think she's flipped ... Christmas does that to humans, it's really sad. And, of course, she has messed up on a couple of drawings lately ... that wouldn't help either, would it? Anyway, while she's faffing around with the rest of those gaudy baubles, shall we go down the pub?"
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"Really?? ... hehe, they must be as crazy as she is then!"