*chuckles* Aye, or de pixies be the threat if'n de dey flit in wit de fae. Me elfin witch she fuss at dis old dog for naught he call in only 2 pixie, lest dey say only two. now we got swells o' near two billion of the daft buggers, everyting go missin, yon pip wot me smoke go hidin, her brush, the truck keys. n'er kno wot dey get inta an dey oft leave de soft child kin laugh behind.
seein ah ever takes word de pixie again. nay, rather has de loud rumbly snore o' a dwarf gobblin up me slumber. lest de dog get hungry durin de night an snack on masser dwarf. nay, little ol me nay eats dwarf ... * looks all innocent in his doggy face *
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