Tails o' Fairies

Meet Britney. Britney had long, flowing, gold locks of hair. Britney was a very curious little girl and often felt the need to go exploring in the world around her. One day after a dress rehearsal for a new music video, Britney went wandering in the halls of the studio. She soon came to a door that had a very large star on it and the name Brad P.
Curious, she turned the doorknob and went in. Inside there was a large mirror and counter, a large chair and a large closet filled with large clothes. Britney tried to see herself in the mirror by jumping up and down but she could only see the top of her golden head. Even though the top of her head was very pretty, Britney was dissatisfied. She turned to the large closet and pulled down one of the large jackets. Britney put on the large jacket. The bottom drug on the floor and the sleeves fell to her knees.
"This will never do," said Britney in a mouse-like voice. "It covers me up all too much."
So she shrugged off the jacket and left it in a heap on the floor. There was not much else in the room so Britney decided to try the large chair. She jumped and jumped and finally wiggled her way up into the chair. The chair was very hard. Britney turned this way and that trying to find a position that was nice. Finally, in disgust she hurled herself off the chair and back out the door muttering, "Much too hard."
Britney continued on her way until she came to a second door with a medium-sized star that said Paris H.
"I wonder what this one is like," Britney said. She opened the door and went in. This room was exactly like the one before but now everything was medium-sized. Britney tried to see herself in this mirror but she could only see the top of her head and her eyes and nose. She tried on the clothes but they were still too big. The bottom of the jacket swung around her knees and her fingertips barely reached the ends of the sleeves.
Leaving the jacket on the floor, Britney climbed into the medium-sized chair. She immediately began to sink into the cushiony softness; she sank so far that it almost covered her face. Britney kicked her legs and flailed her arms until she popped out of the chair and landed on the floor. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "That was much too soft."
Britney left the room and continued on her exploration. The hall stretched on and on and Britney was getting very tired. She was almost ready to give up when she spied another door. "Now this door looks much better," she said as she reached for the door knob. Up on the door were two small stars. One said Ashley and the other said Mary-Kate. Inside the room were two small mirrors with little stools in front, two closets full of beautiful, small clothes and two chairs. Britney checked both mirrors and thankfully both showed her to be as beautiful as she knew she was.
Next, she raided the closets and tried on almost all of the clothes. They all fit and Britney paraded up and down, making quite a show. After she was done with one outfit she would toss it on the floor because she did not know how to put clothes away by herself. Even the most beautiful people tire of being so beautiful and Britney tired of this very soon. Yawning, she tried one chair and then the other. While sitting in the second chair which she had christened "just right," Britney soon slipped into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Brad P and Paris H returned to their rooms - Brad P to the door with the large star and Paris H to the room with the medium-sized star. When they opened their doors, they both let out cries of surprise.
"Someone has been in my room!" cried Brad P.
"Someone has been in my room!? cried Paris H. "And they tried on my Prada jacket!" Even her wonky eye widened in horror.
They met outside in the hall with crazed looks of bewilderment. They were immediately met by Mary-Kate and Ashley, their matching eyes twinkling and their bright, matching smiles beaming. Brad P and Paris H quickly told Mary-Kate and Ashley what they had discovered in their rooms.
"Oh my!" the girls exclaimed in unison. "I wonder if they went to our room, too!" All four quickly set off down the hall, the large Brad P in the lead, the medium-sized Paris H next, and the two small girls behind. When they reached the small door, they all paused. The door was partially open because Britney did not know how to close doors behind her for herself. Slowly, Brad P pushed open the door. At first they did not see Britney sleeping in the chair.
"Look at my clothes," cried Mary-Kate. "Your clothes?" answered Ashley, "Mine are everywhere and wrinkled, too!" At this, Britney grunted and sat up.
"What is all the fuss about," she asked grumpily.
All four whirled about to see her, golden locks tousled, skimpy outfit wrinkled.
"You!" shouted Brad P. "It was you!" Paris H, overcome by rage, reached out and grabbed Britney by her hair.
"How dare you," she shouted, "That was my Prada!" She came away with a fist full of matted extensions.
"I didn't want to be your friend anyway, y'all" Britney spat out.
Seeing her nasty attitude, a sudden frenzy overcame all four of the stars and they tore her limb from limb. Then, Britney was no more, but some were rumored to say that it wasn't much of a loss.