My Real-Life Fairy Tale
by Patricia Darak
Once upon a time, there were three little angels who decided that there was too much peace in the world. They thought that the world was too quiet and boring. Furthermore, they decided that they would do everything that they could think of to disrupt the aforementioned peace.
These three angels decided to come to Earth and landed in the suburbs.
The first angel that arrived took the form of an infant girl. She had decided, before she chose to come to Earth, that she would be lovely and graceful and unobtrusively mischievous. It was in this way that she would disrupt the status quo, but in such ways that people would be lured into gleeful chaos by the idea of creative spontaneity. This was her gift, and her parents were thankful for her and loved her very much.
The second angel that came to Earth selected the form of an infant boy. He would have the appearance of both a poet and a roughneck, but would possess an unusual gentleness. His parents were kept constantly off balance, but welcomed his constant entertainment and loved him dearly.
The third angel that came to Earth chose the form of a baby girl. Different from her fellow angels, this girl was determined to really shake things up. She would look like a breakable porcelain doll, but she would have the demeanor of a quarterback. Her parents loved her with all of their hearts, but they were almost always one step behind their daughter’s uncanny logic.
Soon, the angels began to grow more fully into their chosen personalities. This preliminary growth, which seemed at the beginning to take forever, was actually accomplished in less than five years. Thus, their chosen selves were firmly established in less time than it took for an astronaut to train for a long-term space mission.
The first angel, in all of her quiet mannerisms and artistic ways, encouraged everyone she encountered to express themselves creatively. Usually stodgy and staid curmudgeons became born-again free spirits, complete with flowers in their hair and beads around their wrinkled necks. In addition, she encouraged everyone to abandon civility in favor of a good old-fashioned mud fight. It was truly a wonder to behold.
The second angel, who could now recite a poem, sing a song, or lift his father off of the ground, influenced all of the people that he came in contact with to wrestle vigorously until exhaustion overcame them, then eat junk food until their distended tummies and overloaded sugar receptors in their brains brought forth free-form poetry and exotic dance positions. The way he affected people boggled the mind. Literally.
The third angel, by now captivating in both her wholesome beauty and undeniable brilliance for innocent troublemaking, made sure that she herself would outdo the other two angels. She would play pranks, execute flawless schemes, and deliberately encourage random acts of nonconformity. The best, and only, defense against her influence was complete and immediate compliance. In her case, resistance was truly futile.
So, as they grew up, the three angels gained more and more influence on the once-peaceful Earth. Tranquility was eagerly exchanged for high-spirited mirth and seriously-undertaken, non-financially damaging scams. The world became an overwhelmingly interesting place.
Eventually, the three angels decided that their mission was complete, and they ascended back to Heaven (after a suitably impressive three-day going-away party which was filled with water balloon fights, motocross racing, and a petting zoo), leaving the Earth in a much better condition, emotionally, than they found it.
The End.
