Oswald just wants to enjoy the peace and quiet of his suburban home.
But he can’t. Not with the stupid fairies playing music in his backyard.
Every. Single. Night.
But what can a poor human do? He agreed to the arrangement. The home owners association papers had spelled the time-share out quite clearly.
Still, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Particularly when dealing with a fairy boy-band.
Part of the Uncollected Anthology! Be sure to read all the stories from this issue, “Mystical Melodies”.