F Trope: Fairy
Tale
Current Event: http://www.moonlyf.com/2013/07/the-magic-onions-2013-fairy-garden.html
"Fairy
tales do not give the child the idea of the evil or the ugly; that is in the
child already because it is in the world already. What fairy tales give the
child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known
the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale
provides for him is a St George to kill the dragon."
—GK Chesterton
Leyla Manghirmalani
wrinkled her nose at the overpowering smell of onions and called out, “Jie?
What are you doing?”
Jie Busiri leaned back from his dorm room desk, holding a
chopping knife and said, “What’s it look like?”
“That you’re stinking up the whole dorm floor on purpose?”
“No, not stinking up anything. I’m calling the onion
fairies,” he said it like he was a
little kid.
Leyla shook her head, “Another one of your lame attempts at recreating ancient fairy magic?”
“Hey! That’s not fair! Didn’t I make it rain last week after I did that Lakota rain dance?”
She snorted, “After checking the weather report for three weeks straight and then picking a day even the weather divas all agreed had a greater than ninety percent chance of rain.” She waved her hand in front of her face and backed up, “I don’t want to weep over spilled onion juice. I’ll come back...”
“No! Wait!” Jie
grabbed something from his desk and strode across the room, chopping knife in
one hand.
Leyla laughed, “If I hadn’t known you since pre-school, I’d have just gone running down the hall dialing 911 and telling them a freshman U of M student had just gone crazy.”
Jie shook his
head, handing her a piece of pink gum. “Chew this, it’ll keep your eyes from
watering.”
“Why didn’t you
just soak them in cold salty water?”
He looked at her
like she was crazy and said, “They won’t be magic then, stupid.”
“Hey! Don’t call
me stupid! You’re the one they’d throw in the loony bin if they asked why you
were chopping onions!” She chewed and stepped into the room and her eyes didn’t
tear up automatically. “Hey, it works.”
He blew a bubble and said, “Why do you think I’m doing it?”
“I thought you
wanted to be struck by your onion magic?”
He sniffed in
disdain and went back to his chopping board. “I’m not interested in helping
myself. I’m going to place the slices of onions with a slice of mushroom on
top...”
Leyla cut in, “If
I get a pain hamburger from Mac’s, can I just put them on and make a Whopper?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” he
said, chopping again. “Just wait and see how well our floor does on finals –
then we’ll see who has the last laugh!”
They hung out
the rest of the night and Leyla helped him place the mushroom and onion slices
in the rooms of the people willing to go with his craziness. By the time they
were done studying and onion-placing, it was past two in the morning. “I gotta
get some sleep,” she said, “I have a chem final first thing.”
Jie gave her a
hug, saying, “I made sure I put the biggest onion slice in your room and I
piled the rest of the mushrooms on top of it.”
“Oh, thank you
so much,” she dead-panned. “Thank you so, so much for your fairly wonderful
generosity.”
He smirked then
said, “Just you wait, Leyla Higgins, just you wait.”
She smiled at
the MY FAIR LADY jab and headed for bed.
Names: ♀Iran,
India, ; ♂ China, Egypt
Image: http://www.endicott-studio.com/jMA05Autumn/gfx/Onions.jpg
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