The new world she had chosen had its share of wonders too. It had love, and laughter, and the warmth of his embrace. And every morning for a thousand mornings she woke up next to the man she loved and asked him a simple question.
"Do you love me?"
He smiled, and said "I d0"
But then he - as men do - got a tired of the incessant ritual. Not understanding the importance of this little affirmation, on the 1001st morning when she asked the question, and looked to him for confirmation, he turned to her and playfully said: 'no'
And then watched in appalled disbelief as she receded slowly from his arms, and collapsed in a pile of glittering fairy dust and baa-sheep pyjamas.
For the magic she had woven depended on but one thing. A simple yes, to a simple question, every morning. As she left him forever the fairy couldn't help but wonder: Why-are-men-so-bloody-difficult? Was this too much to ask for?
And she solemnly resolved never to love another idiot-man again.