“What are you doing in my garden?” asked the fairy, her sword level with James’ nose.
The fairy, because that was the only word he could think of to describe the tiny, fluttering creature currently pointing her cutlass at him, was scowling.
“I asked you, what you’re doing in my garden!” she demanded.
“Your garden,” James spluttered. “This is my garden! I just bought it.”
“Pah,” the fairy snorted, “You humans. You cannot buy fairy gardens.”
“I could show you the paperwork,” James suggested.
“Paperwork!” laughed the fairy. “Trust me human, paperwork is the least of your concerns.”