Orville and Wilbur Wright were outside grilling a pair of T-bone steaks one afternoon when a sudden gust of wind swept Tinker Bell into their yard. The fairy unceremoniously crash-landed at Wilbur’s feet, crinkling her wings in the process.
Tinker Bell righted herself as quickly as possible.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, “I just fell on my ass there!”
“You just said ass,” exclaimed Wilbur,
unable to contain his shock.
“Yeah, what of it?” Tinker Bell replied.
“You’re a fairy. Fairies are supposed to talk nice.”
Tinker Bell had, by this time, started to preen her
wings. “Ass is a nice word, flyboy. Don’t be so delicate.”
Orville now stepped closer to Wilbur and peered
down at Tinker Bell. “You’ll have to forgive my brother,” Orville said. “He can
be a bit touchy, and he is definitely averse to flights like yours that terminate
in a crash.”
“Well, such flights do suck,” Tinker Bell admitted.
“Now you said suck!” Wilbur huffed in
distress.
“Don’t be such a Wilbur, Wilbur,” said Tinker Bell.
With that stated, she lifted up and flew off to seek a more appropriate fairy tale.
—Mitchell Hegman
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