A letter to my favorite fairy

Well, ladies and gents, once again something has appeared that I feel is worth writing about. What is this mighty event, you might ask? Why, a contest. Not just any contest; a contest in which one writes a letter to one's favorite character in the Iron Fey series by Julie Kagawa. More details here; www.juliekagawa.blogspot.com . Before I begin, I'm supposed to tell you why I decided to write to Puck. Well, my dears, a harder question would be; "Why WOULDN'T you write to Puck?" First off, I think he's awesome. I love me a being with a sense of humor above pretty much all else, and the fact that he's a faery doesn't hurt. At all. Secondly, I contemplated (for about five seconds) writing to either Ash or Megan, but I know I wouldn't have anything nice to say to either of them. Ash is stuck-up and brooding, even if he is gorgeous, and he wouldn't know a joke if it slapped him in the face. Meghan....oh Meghan. Did no one ever tell you that boyfriends are temporary, but best friends are forever? The only other character I would consider writing to would be Iron Horse, but.....well, I don't think he would write back, to be honest. So here it goes, hope you enjoy!

       Dear Puck,
I adore you. I have for half of my life, in fact, since I was twelve and I first started reading stories of your adventures. How fantastic, I thought, would it be to have that kind of imagination? The freedom to constantly tease and fool the people around you? And best of all, the ability to change your form to whatever shape you desired and create doppelgangers to distract your enemies...for a while there, I was bitterly jealous. Yeah, I can admit it, I'm nothing if not honest with myself. As I grew older, however, I realized that my adoration was turning into infatuation...I was mortified! How could I fall in love with a being I'd never met? There was never any doubt in my mind that you exist, Puck, but neither could I fool myself into believing that we would meet some day. I spent a few years pining after you, dear Mr. Goodfellow....staying up entirely too late to read your stories, then doing clumbsy sketches of what I thought you might look like as I struggled to stay awake at work. There were times when my longing to meet you grew so strong that a sweet ache suffused my chest and tears rose to my eyes, as though I were suffocating on my helplessness...I felt that if I could see you just once, just know what you look like and see that mischievous smile cross your lips, I could be in peace.
     However! Eventually, I came to my senses. Evie, I told myself, you will NEVER meet Puck, and even if you did, his heart belongs to someone else. So I locked away my longing and used all that energy to do something productive; I created the Mischief Maker's club in tribute to you! On Tuesday nights we gather to brainstorm pranks, jokes and tomfoolery, and exchange ideas. We keep notes on what we've done, how successful the trickery was, and how much effort it took versus payoff. Then, on Wednesday (the longest day of the week, made much shorter by laughter), we carry out our plans. We're careful never to harm anyone, and kids and the elderly are off-limits. April Fools is, of course, the epitome of our efforts. Last year was my pride and joy! It started out simply enough; I found a co-worker who uses the hunt-and-peck method of typing (you know the sort...only uses index fingers, eyes glued to keyboard, searching out each letter one at a time...) and, once he'd left his desk, I quickly switched the letters on his keyboard. Nothing huge, just moved the vowels around and replaced them with consonants. I then got to watch as he grimly told our supervisor "Jim, my keyboard is broken. My A's are typing Q's." I got a good laugh out of that, but  I had no idea what I'd started...once he got his keyboard fixed, he was convinced that one of the salesmen did it, so he smeared grease in the earpiece of that guy's phone. In return, salesman 1 was SURE that salesman 2 did it, and retaliated by putting salesman 2's phone on mute so he didn't get a phone call all day...and in turn, he was sure that shipping and receiving had done it and sent about fifteen false orders back to be fulfilled. I was amazed by how such a simple thing started a chain reaction of pranks, and I was highly encouraged.
     Which brings me to the point of this letter! I know better than to ask for you to pay a visit to your fan club, you're a busy guy and I know you've got a lot on your plate. Besides, I've given up hoping that we'll ever meet, and I'm satisfied just running this organization in your name. But perhaps a letter of inspiration? Please tell us, what was your favorite bit of mischief that you've carried out thus far? Do you have any ideas for non-magical diversions? We're good at carrying out our tricks, but not so good at the distracting thing...we usually have to wait for the victim to leave the room. The best way to avoid getting pranked in turn? Mind you, I'm okay with getting a taste of my own medicine if I deserve it, but the last time someone stapled all my paperwork together in retaliation and hid my staple puller I was wishing it hadn't been quite so easy to trace it back to me. And finally....I know this may be a lot to ask, but I must try; what was your most embarrassing moment? Or, if you're not comfortable with that one, what was Meghan's?
     From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading this! I know it got a bit on the long-winded side, but once I finally decided to write you after all these years I discovered that there was just so much I wanted to say. I know not to get my hopes up, but a reply from you would make us at Mischief Makers so happy... Even if you don't have time, though, please keep up the good work! Make sure a mortal sees you now and again so I have some fresh stories to read. And keep your chin up; one day, Meghan will realize that life gets depressing with a man who doesn't know how to smile. Until snow turns to flowers and fish grow on trees, I remain, now and always, your biggest fan.     ~Love, Evie