Ginger Goes to Hollywood

“Okay, here’s the idea.”

It was obvious to Dan that Robinson was planning once again to attempt to pitch him a lame concept. That’s all Robinson ever had. But Dan always appreciated his enthusiasm, and so he let him get it out of his system.

“Cufford, the giant blue cat.”

“That’s original,” Dan said, walking away. “That’s absolutely nothing like any other property we currently control and whore out on a daily basis in every medium imaginable.”

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Robinson asked.

“No, not at all!” Dan yelled over his shoulder as he stepped into his office. “I like it. Go with it.” He slammed the door behind him. He then sat at his desk and rubbed his furrowed brow.

“Why are good ideas so hard to come by anymore?” he asked no one in particular.

“Maybe you just need some inspiration,” a tiny quiet voice called out.

Dan glanced around the room.

“Who’s there?”

“I am,” the quiet voice said. A tiny, sparkling fairy flitted out from behind a coffee cup. “I’m Ginger. And I’m an inspiration fairy.”

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