“The entrance is around here somewhere,” Thimblebud said.
“That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” Niggletwist observed.
“Well it’s not my fault that it snowed,” Thimblebud retorted.
“Yes. But it was your great idea to leave the Fairyhold in the first place. ‘Oh, let’s go slide on the frozen pond. It will be fun,’ you said. Well it wasn’t. It was cold and I got my shoes wet, and now we are lost.”
“Wait, there it is,” Thimblebud said.
“Where?” Niggletwist snapped.
“You mean that rabbit hole?” Niggletwist replied snidely. “This is the last time I am every going out with you again. You have the worst sense of direction of any Pixie I have ever seen.”
“You find it then,” Thimblebud said coldly.
“Well, I um.”
“I thought not,” Thimblebud said. “We will just have to wait with the rabbits till the snow melts.”
And that’s how the Pixies came to live in High Warren.