Poppy glanced around as she made her way to the front of the room. The turnout was less than she had hoped, but she reminded herself this was just the first meeting. It was more important to focus on building momentum. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
“Sisters,” Poppy began, “as some of you know, management has been quietly making changes that affect all of us. I called you here tonight to discuss our options.”
“You want us to rock the boat?” Marigold’s timid voice spoke from the front of the room, “but what if management retaliates? I can’t afford to lose this job.”
“None of us can,” Poppy replied. “But if we don’t respond at all, the new hires will end up replacing all of us.”
A collective gasp filled the room, followed by murmurs that grew into chatter and then into a chaotic uproar.
Poppy pounded on the toadstool and shouted for order.
“My fellow fairies,” she said, “it’s time to band together and make a stand. Unless you want to see those gremlins replace us?” Poppy looked pointedly around the room, “Petunia, can you imagine the sloppy kind of work a gremlin godmother would do? And Flora, just think of the therapy those poor children would need after being visited by the tooth gremlin. Sisters, are we really going to sit by and let that happen?”
“Heck no!” Flora shouted indignantly. “I love my little human kids. Even the greedy ones that expect five bucks per tooth.”
A new kind of uproar filled the room, fuelled by passion and vexation.
“Okay,” said Poppy, “then let’s talk about picket lines.”