Magical cure

As she entered the taxi the driver noticed what seemed like gossamer wings behind her pretty pink dress.

“Where to, love?” he asked, without taking his eyes off the rear view mirror.

“Where the wind blows!” she replied in a mysterious way.

“Have you been drinking, Miss?” he asked, seriously.

“Fairies don’t drink; hic! It stops them flying.”

“Oh, we’re a fairy are we?” he said sarcastically.

“A rather tipsy fairy with hiccups I’m afraid,” she admitted.

“I can cure hiccups, Miss. You need a shock! You’ll get one if you pop in the front with me for a spell!”