Conditional Reality

My friend Pillbox Phantomlimb’s kiln was behaving oddly. I put in my pots, she told me, but after the firing I open the door and my pots are completely vanished. I examined the kiln and the door. I know what the problem is, I told Pillbox. Fairies are taking your pots. I can get them back, but if I were you I would consider just letting them go. The fairies probably really need them. Pillbox narrowed her eyes. They give me a headache, she said. I sympathized. It’s nothing personal, I told Pillbox, the fairies are just trying to survive.