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Faerie In a Glass Jar

    Hey, everyone. Sometimes gaming can be high-pressure. Take tonight, for instance. I was playing the excellent puzzle game titled 4 Elements #2. I have already done a review of it so I won't attempt to do so again. You have to match symbols and use 'power-ups' to get molten lava to flow around a board and bring life back to a faerie world. Cool. That's what I do. I'm into it. There are also a variety of mini-puzzles such as hidden objects and even putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Hey, when I get in trouble I call Carley.
    Anyway, tonight, Carley wasn't around when a crisis struck. I was confronted with a faerie in a glass jar. She was crying for help. She said that she was running out of air. Every minute or two she would rattle the jar. In order to free her, I had to find all these objects and use them. Like there were some missing books. Then there was the pieces of a torch. When I found them I could light all the candles. I found the pieces of a key and used it to unlock a desk. The seconds ticked by. The faerie was a cutie. She was about 6 inches tall and she was wearing a red suit, like an elf. The pressure was incredible.
     Would she die in that jar while my poor gaming skills waffled away the seconds? Would Game Center freeze that stat for all time so that I was universally recognized as a failure at protecting faeries? Would some cruel person insinuate that I indeed didn't even like faeries and that I had doubtless not put forth an effort to save her? That I had laughed while she gasped for air?
      The questions are moot, thankfully. I finished the puzzles and freed the faerie in the red suit made of crushed velour. She probably made the darn suit out of an old Elvis portrait. Immediately upon getting out of the jar, she starts telling me not to goof off because we have a lot to do. Very irritating. The next time she is in a glass jar, she can call Batman or somebody that gets paid to save people!
     Anyway, that was my evening. How was yours? From the glass jar of life, I'm CE Wills.
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