An imaginary creature that lives under one's floorboards and arises at night to tickle the scrotums of insecure thirteen year old boys who someday dream of becoming playwrights.
Poor Davey McDoodlestein hasn't slept in five days, and I'll tell you why - it's all because of that smelly little Shimbly Wingbarker that lives in his closet. I told him to get that thing taken care of, I did, but you know these kids today think that they know everything...
One who walks on the winds and is wherever they are needed. One, who by their music or their magic is able to send positiveenergy to where it is needed most.