Midsummer's Night Dream 06

listening to the all american rejects' "Move Along"...

T'was the night before Kay's birthday.

She tossed and turned in bed, trying her best to doze off. Just as she was about to drift into dreamland, a deep 'ahem' roused Kay from her sleep. A miniature replica of Hugh Jackman garbed in pink tutu, was standing next to her pillow. She sat up immediately.

"Holy bananas! What the...!" Kay spluttered in both shock and awe.


Mini Hugh Jackman (MHJ for short) cast her a nonchalent look and waved her off impatiently.

"Haven't you heard of me? I'm the proverbial Puke Fairy," he drawled, "I can fulfill your wishes. And in return, you have to barf on your birthday."


That's not a problem, thought Kay, I'm already prepared to be sloshed since I'm always the one trying to get everyone drunk. So she nodded in agreement.

MHJ whipped out his pink organizer and licked the nib of his feathered (pink too) quill. Upon seeing Kay's mildly perplexed look, he sighed.


"My Palm's spoilt. Paper works fine, trust me. Alright, your first wish please."

"I want to be happy," Kay said.

"H-A-P-P-Y. There! You'll be happy. Very happy."

"I want my family, my friends, everyone whom I love, and all who love me, to be healthy and happy."

"Hmm... that may take a while, but it will be fulfilled eventually," the scaled-down hunk scratched his thighs. Stupid tutu's kinda itchy. "Anything else?"


Kay couldn't decide. Successful career, a good man, loads of money, simple things that seemed to have eluded her previously, absurd stuff that could for once come true...

"I don't know."


The 1/10 Hugh Jackman closed his little pink book and sat down beside Kay.

"It's all about perception and contentment. If whatever you already have can satisfy you, everything else that comes along will just be something extra. You have them? Great. Swell. You don't? Ah well, you won't die. Some other freebies will appear in life soon. That's why you couldn't decide after the second wish. You can be happy if you want to be," he explained.


The cogwheels in her head started moving slowly.


"Take your time to think about my words. I'll be back soon," reassured the small one.

"Thanks mate."

"You're welcome. By the way, I'm serious about the puking part."

Kay shrugged,"Sure thing. Oh, one last question."

"Shoot."

"Why Hugh Jackman?"


Mini Hugh rolled his eyes.

"Would you have listened as intently if I were to look like Mike Myers?"


With that, he vanished. And I performed the merlion spit at Zouk the next day.