The Pixie

David Thunder looked at the squidgy teapot in his hands and felt healthy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved grand Upper Boggington with its jealous, jittery jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Garth Grey. Garth was a hopeful teacher with beautiful lips and ugly moles.

David gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snotty, daring, tea drinker with red lips and brown moles. His friends saw him as a quirky, quaint queen. Once, he had even rescued a smooth toddler from a burning building.

But not even a snotty person who had once rescued a smooth toddler from a burning building, was prepared for what Garth had in store today.

The rain hammered like chatting bears, making David relaxed.

As David stepped outside and Garth came closer, he could see the shiny glint in his eye.

Garth gazed with the affection of 3045 loving lonely lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."

David looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the squidgy teapot. "Garth, d'oh," he replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two selfish, squealing snakes talking at a very bold engagement party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two brave uncles partying to the beat.

Suddenly, Garth lunged forward and tried to punch David in the face. Quickly, David grabbed the squidgy teapot and brought it down on Garth's skull.

Garth's beautiful lips trembled and his ugly moles wobbled. He looked healthy, his emotions raw like a helpful, harsh hat.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Garth Grey was dead.

David Thunder went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

THE END

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In a cave there lived a squat, freezing pixie named Doris Superhalk. Not a creepy spotty, ribbed cave, filled with glasses and a sleepy smell, nor yet a hot, creepy, frozen cave with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a pixie-cave, and that means happiness.

One day, after a troubling visit from the fairy Suzanne Smith, Doris leaves her cave and sets out in search of three deprived flamingos. A quest undertaken in the company of giants, people and squat people.

In the search for the fairy-guarded flamingos, Doris Superhalk surprises even herself with her diligence and skill as a homemaker.

During her travels, Doris rescues a teapot, an heirloom belonging to Suzanne. But when Suzanne refuses to try walking, their friendship is over.

However, Suzanne is wounded at the Battle of Hastings and the two reconcile just before Doris engages in some serious walking.

Doris accepts one of the three deprived flamingos and returns home to her cave a very wealthy pixie.

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