“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.
“Tom and Amie said that the restaurant was amazing,” Phillis said.
“I don’t know. How could a place called ‘The Shed,’ be that wonderful?” Dave replied.
“That’s because it’s low key and understated,” Phillis said.
“It’s damn hard to find is what it is,” Dave said pulling over to look at the directions Amie had jotted down. “Surely if the place is so great there would be some kind of sign to lead you to it, or at least a landmark.”
All the indicators were good. Minus .5 C or 31 degrees if you prefer old money. A good frost last night, and snow predicted for tonight. Yes, it seemed the conditions were all set for the first decent snowfall of the year, and Felix the Christmas Elf was ready for it. He would make the first plunge into a snow drift and win the third annual jungle bell trophy in a row. Only seven hours to go. But truth be told he was getting a little bored waiting in his dive posture, but one needs to be ready when there are jingle bells on the line.
Millions of leaves, miles of trail, and hundreds of hikers and dogwalkers, but it was my nosey mutt that made the discovery. I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise though, if anyone or any thing was going to find a broken tennis racket it was going to be my dog. I should have known better than to have named him Baghdatis.