It was a calm night over a small town. Suddenly, there was a streak of light as a falling star momentarily lit up the night.

A couple of little girls were staying up late, waiting for exactly this sort of occurance, for they believes that those who gazed upon the rarity of a falling star would have a wish granted.

The first little girl wished she was a kitty cat, and the second girl wished that she was a beautiful princess. Simple little dreams.

Unbeknowst to them, there did in fact exist a shooting star fairy. Basically a magical mythological insectoid derived from one such shooting star, staying hidden and tasked by the higher ups to grant these exact circumstantial wishes.

Last night, though, she was partying with a couple of local swamp dragons until high noon and was incredibly groggy with a splitting headache once she got the order. As a result, she screwed up her one job and got the two girls mixed up entirely.

So now we've got this poor confused girl up top, as well as a very beautiful but very disappointed princess elsewhere.

The fairy was punished with a great big cosmic boot to the keister, launching her high over the mountains for two points and conversion.