Mankind's Survival of the Fittest #1
Today's work as mediator was yet again very hectic.
Despite the fact it's a job with quite unmatched contents.
For starters, I had to check the sent-in contributions at the office. 
Its contents were countless mysterious tems that have been going around town lately.
Spare?
A spare cloud?
I bet it was just another prank from the fairies, so it shouldn't be dangerous.
It was up to me to decide whether to set it free or not. {lit. recover it}
It's all part of the job.
As if...As if I could forget!
The malice I've been putting up with, (kikitaosareta urami = the malice I've heard lots of times)
became too great for me. {kenzurareru = have been sacrificed} {or something}
Like...Like I would forget!
The mistreatment I've been putting up with...
I can't take it any more!
Really, tools of the fairies are more irrational, nonsensical and inexplicable that I would've thought.
Is this nothing more than a spoon? {Is it really just a spoon?}
It got stuck in!? {it went right in}
What's this...
Flour?
I was frightened at first, but as it's made by the fairies, there shouldn't be any kind of danger.
An infinite amount of ingredients for sweets...
This spoon surely materializes the hopes of people into ingredients for confectionaries!
Whoa, it's huge! {that's what she said}
Rather, it seems I had become smaller instead.