Phoebe the Phoenix was having a bit of a problem. Okay, maybe more than a bit. Every time she was reborn, she had this pesky habit of accidentally setting things on fire. It wasn’t intentional, mind you. She didn’t wake up in the morning and think, “Hmm, what can I burn today?” No, it was just a side effect of being a mythical creature with a fiery disposition.

Now, you might think that being a phoenix would be pretty cool. After all, you get to rise from the ashes and all that jazz. But let me tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Especially when you’re constantly leaving a trail of destruction in your wake.

So, Phoebe decided it was time to take matters into her own talons. She needed fire insurance. And not just any fire insurance, mind you. She needed a policy that would cover her unique situation. She couldn’t just walk into any old insurance agency and say, “Hey, I’m a phoenix. Can you cover me?”

No, she had to do some serious research. And by research, I mean she spent hours scouring the internet for insurance companies that specialized in mythical creature coverage. Let me tell you, it’s not as easy as it sounds. Most insurance agents don’t have a clue about phoenixes or their fiery tendencies.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of clicking through websites and making phone calls, Phoebe found a company that claimed to have experience with mythical creature insurance. She dialed the number and waited anxiously for someone to pick up.

“Thank you for calling FireSure Insurance. How can I help you today?” a bored voice on the other end of the line said.

Phoebe took a deep breath and launched into her spiel. “Hi, my name is Phoebe, and I’m a phoenix. I have a little problem with accidentally setting things on fire every time I’m reborn. I was wondering if you have a policy that could cover me?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “Um, excuse me? Did you say you’re a phoenix?”

Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Yes, that’s correct. A mythical creature with fiery tendencies. Can you help me or not?”

The insurance agent cleared his throat. “Well, ma’am, we do have a policy for fire damage, but I’m not sure if it would cover, you know, spontaneous combustion.”

Phoebe sighed. “Look, I don’t spontaneously combust. I just have a little accident every time I’m reborn. It’s not like I’m intentionally burning down cities or anything.”

The insurance agent seemed skeptical. “I’ll have to check with my supervisor. Can you hold, please?”

Phoebe tapped her talons impatiently on the desk as she waited. This was turning out to be more difficult than she had anticipated. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the insurance agent came back on the line.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but our policy doesn’t cover mythical creatures. We can only offer coverage for regular fire damage.”

Phoebe groaned. “Great. Just great. So, I’m supposed to go through life burning everything in sight and hope for the best?”

The insurance agent hesitated. “Well, there is one other option. Have you considered joining a support group for mythical creatures with fire-related issues? They might be able to help you find a solution.”

Phoebe blinked. “A support group? Seriously?”

The insurance agent chuckled. “Hey, you’d be surprised what you can find in the classifieds these days. Good luck, ma’am.”

And with that, the call ended. Phoebe stared at her phone in disbelief. A support group? Really? Well, she supposed it was worth a shot. After all, she couldn’t keep accidentally setting things on fire forever. Or could she?

To be continued…