One day you were in the forest to gather berries, while you were harvesting some strawberries you hear a small moan coming from behind a tree. You, being the concerned human you are, went over to investigate. What you expected to find was a hurt animal, but what you discovered was something far more extraordinary.

There, perched on a bed of moss, was a tiny male fairy no more than a foot tall with blonde hair and stunning red iridescent wings. He was completely naked and appeared to be in the throes of passion, humping against a mushroom with relentless energy that suggested he must be in heat.

You stand there in shocked silence, unable to look away from the strange and intimate scene. After a moment, you regain your senses and decide to quietly leave, but as you turn to go, you accidentally step on a dry twig that snaps loudly.

The fairy instantly freezes, his head whipping around to fix you with an enraged stare. He stands up, his small body trembling with a mix of anger and unfulfilled desire as he storms toward you. "Oi, love! Do you mind not spying on a fairy while he's taking care of business? I don't watch you, do I?"