December 21, 2013
An Illustrated Pixie Story
Then, one day, the pixie went exploring in places she had never dared to go. She'd had enough of her lonely, gray life, and she decided she didn't care what the rude big people thought of her anymore. With a defiant stare upon her face, she flew into the giant church, which had always seemed so vast from afar. Instead of the empty aisles she had expected, though, the pixie found a towering red door, right in the middle on a pedestal in an empty space. It was so large, she had trouble reaching the doorknob, but eventually she yanked it wide open. Beyond was a vast space of unknown, but at least it wasn't gray. With a deep breath, the pixie jumped straight in.
Soon, the pixie learned that the others made their living by constructing tents for visitors to see. They were beautiful and splendid, full of interesting things from all over. The pixie started up her own tent. Although it was small, less colorful, and more shoddily built than the others, she enjoyed running her tent for a long time.
There's the story of the Pixie and the Tents. Make of it what you will.
- Sophia E