Why hasn't anyone written one of these? I love the Nigel +Taranee by-story!

Nigel was walking through the mall, very stumped and a little upset. Taranee's birthday was in 4 days and he had no idea what to get her. Sure most girls responded pretty well to flowers or whatever, but he wanted to get her something special. Something that would last a long time. He wandered through a couple of clothing stores, but nothing seemed to fit. Everything was too gaudy, or just not her. Nigel was beginning to think it was hopeless. Maybe he'd find something at the flea market.

It was just as bad, only there were a lot of flies. He stopped by a small booth. "Looking for a book?" the portly man asked. "I don't know." Nigel admitted. "Well come on in! Take a look around." Aside from books the tiny room held knickknacks, candles, and scarves. There was barely enough room for skinny Nigel to move around. "Bit disorganized isn't it?" the man said. Nigel was attempting to shake a large glittery purple scarf off of his foot without sending the piles of books crashing to the floor. He saw a clear spot and stumbled to it, sitting down. He leaned against a small table while he unwound the scarf, and refolded it. The table only had one item on it. A strange looking item, with a hollow base. It looked like a purple haired fairy being swallowed by fire. Somehow he thought Taranee would like it. He took it with him. "Sir, what is this?" The man frowned. "Funny. I found that quite by accident. This man was selling junk alongside the road, but after sifting through some of it, I found this. If you light a candle under it, it almost looks alive." Nigel bought it, went to the store, bought a candle and wrapped it up.

Taranee wasn't expecting to get anything for her birthday, so she was a little surprised when she woke up. All of her friends were sitting on the edge of her bed, and her mother was standing in the doorway. "Wake up sleepyhead! It's your birthday!" her mother laughed. "We're having oatmeal today for breakfast, so hurry up and get down here. I don't know how long candles stay upright in oatmeal." Taranee put on her glasses, hugging her friends and brother. The gifts were sweet and well thought out. Will gave her tickets to a concert of rock bands coming to town. "You and Nigel could go." Irma and Cornelia collaborated and got her a new calculator, with her name engraved on the back. Hay Lin gave her a new shirt, with a big fireball on the front. Peter gave her a watch, with a cover on the face of it, of the two of them laughing. Her mother had gotten her long blue earrings. She thanked them and got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed off to school. Nigel was waiting at the front of Sheffield. "Happy birthday beautiful." He smiled shyly. ""I got you this." He thrust out a clumsily wrapped gift. She carefully unwrapped it and found what looked like a carving of her in Guardian form, surrounded by fire. "Where did you get this?" He shrugged. "I found it at the flea market. It reminded me of you somehow. And look, if you light a candle and put it underneath, it looks alive." She kissed his cheek. "Thank you Nigel. I love it."

That night Taranee snuggled down under her covers. It had been a good day. She watched the flames flicker under the sculpture. She had seen what Nigel had missed. The girl was hugging a boy. A boy that looked a lot like Nigel…

Blunk smiled from far away. He knew leaving the statue from Kandracar with that old guy would be okay. It had found its way home.