Birdie Johnson 1843-1868. But death doesn't stop her from living it up in heaven... that is until she's tasked with a mission to return to Earth, to London... in order to help a human. ************* "Fine, I wanted to ask of you, a favour if you will." She looked regal and impressive atop her golden throne. "Of course, you're my leader and my friend. I'd do anything for you." I bow respectfully, but throw in a wink to keep it breezy. "I want you to return to Earth as a human." "No way." I state, my back going rigid and firm. "It's not happening... find someone else, I'm not doing it... It's...Not...Happening." ************ "I can't bloody believe this." ........ © All rights reserved. LittleThingsInLife