In the heart of East Vancouver, where the fairy kingdom lay, Lived sprites and nymphs and talking toads who danced throughout the day. Elves and goblins, pixies bright, and unicorns galore, Gathered round the magic glen to hear what was in store.

A pageant most peculiar had begun within the land, But whispers spread of foul play—of a wizard’s iron hand! A pageant rigged? A show unjust? Oh, how the creatures gossiped! A scandal brewing, thick and cold, like potions left un-frosted.

The ogres here were all so grand, and every one was she— Some fairies twirled, some monsters roared, some centaurs stomped with glee! Yet those who shined the very most, with sparkles bright and true, Would make the wizard grit his teeth and turn a shade of blue!

So to the Eastside Sisters went the creatures, big and small, “Oh, Sisters wise, oh, Sisters keen, you must go judge it all! Disguise yourselves, go undercover, sneak into the crowd, And tell us what this pageant holds, and why the rules are foul!”

The Sisters grinned, their eyes alight, “A challenge, you decree? Then fetch our cloaks, our hats, our masks! We’ll be the eyes you need!” With wands in hand and spells at work, they changed their forms just so, One was now a hairy dwarf, one a plump flamingo!

They tiptoed past the wizard’s guards, slipped right into their seats, And watched as ogres twirled and stomped, all trying to be sweet. But something smelled of wicked spells, the judges looked afraid, For every time they tried to speak, the wizard’s wand was swayed.

The cruelest wizard, dressed in silk, sat high upon his throne, And cackled loud as ogres tripped, like cows upon a stone! But when a star would start to rise, a girl so bold and bright, The wizard’s sneer would twist with rage—he hated sharing light!

One fairy sang a perfect tune, her voice a bell so clear, The wizard snapped his fingers twice and made her disappear! A centaur danced a fiery jig, her hooves a blazing sight, The wizard scowled, then waved his wand—her shoes were far too tight!

One monster juggled flaming swords while balancing with grace, The wizard grinned, then flipped a switch—a trapdoor took her place! The ones who shone the brightest were the ones who paid the price, For this old warlock hated stars—he loathed their sparkly spice!

Tune in next week for WEEK 2!