It was a beautiful day.  The sky, a pale cloudless blue, contrasted stunningly with the deep turquoise of the oceans flawless glassy surface.  It was a delightfully warm day with a lazy sea breeze blowing occasionally when the heat got too much.  Every flower imaginable was out in bloom filling the air with their luscious scents and the pleasant hum of the cute little bees going about their work.  But there huddled on the steps of a well-respected school was a small boy, tears streaming from his dark brown eyes.  His prostitute mother had forgotten him again; school had finished an hour ago.  How could this be?  On this perfect day in all this warm fuzziness, how could something like this exist?  
Suddenly a pink glow appeared above the weeping child’s shoulder.  It grew bigger and sprouted wings and a frock.  The newly materialised fairy studied the child for a moment with a stern look on her petite face.  She alighted softly on the child’s shoulder and carefully tapped the side of his head.  The child raised his head slightly, wiping his runny nose on his sleeve and then his eyes connected with the kindly face of the fairy before him.  
“Wh-Wh-Who are you?” the poor child stammered curiosity and excitement lighting up his sad eyes.  
“I’m your fairy godmother,” replied the fairy kindly “and I shall never forsake you”
At that moment a sudden rush of love and comfort flooded between the fairy and the boy, much like when a mother sees her child for the first time.  The child knew he would never be alone or unhappy again.  
And at the very next moment there was a small explosion and the fairy erupted into a fiery inferno and then died a very violent and unpleasant death.