Pixie,Fairy.

The title of this little story might be a little misleading. Pixie, Fairy is not the one thing or the other. Let me explain how the title came about. One day a Fairy saw that the Pixies did little or nothing in the way of work. Life for the pixies was one full of mischief. They always seemed to be enjoying themselves one could hear Pixies laughing and enjoying themselves right through the day. Fairies on the other hand were always either working or learning only a few times a year did the Fairies have a good time either at one of the Fairy Dances or at the Fairy Annual Ball.
One day all Fairies were granted a wish on the Fairy Queen’s birthday. This wish was usually meant for the Fairy to have some good luck in making and colouring a new flower or a new fruit. The Fairy I am talking about; I will not mention her name wished she could spend half of the day as a Fairy and the other half as a Pixie. The wish was granted and all of the Fairies kept away from this Pixie, Fairy because they could not understand anyone making such a wish. The Pixies too could not take to the half and half creature that the Fairy had become. No one wanted to make mischief with a Fairy. No one could trust a Fairy on the other hand the Fairies said the same thing. Who wanted to play with a Pixie, Fairy that only had mischief in her head?
The Pixie, Fairy was now a very unhappy little Fairy, Pixie no one wanted to play with her and certainly no one wanted to work with her. After one month the unhappy Fairy, Pixie, ran away and was not seen for one whole year. She had not really run away but kept herself hidden in my garden or up in my attic. I had given her the advice to wait until the Fairy Queens next birthday and wish to either become a Fairy or a Pixie. No one can be happy as a half and half person.
The Queen’s Birthday arrived and the Fairy, Pixie made a wish that she could become a Fairy again not a half and half person. Her wish was granted and soon most had forgotten the half and half creature. That is all but one of the Pixies, this Pixie was a bad pixie she did not cause mischief like the other Pixies she was downright destructive. The Pixie followed the Fairy and whatever she did whether it was colouring flowers, shrubs, trees, or animals, the Pixie either destroyed them or with the animal it was the Pixie that painted the white stripe down the badgers back and many other things she either destroyed or made a mess up of things. The other Fairies now started to blame the Fairy for all of the damaged or destroyed things. No one ever saw the Pixie as she caused all of the trouble.
The Fairy ran off again and came to hide once more in my garden or up in my attic. She told me with tears in her eyes that she was no good as a Fairy and on the Queens next birthday she would wish to become a Pixie. Perhaps that would make things better. On Her Majesties next birthday she again made her wish and became a Pixie she was not happy as a Pixie making mischief was all right for a while but became boring for she was at heart a Fairy. One day she came to me and asked me if she could look in to my magic mirror. I was not surprised the way the destructive Pixie had sabotaged all of her work as a Fairy she realised that some one or some thing was working against her.
Holding the piece of broken Magic mirror so that she could look into it she watched the pictures coming and going in the mirror. Her period as a Pixie then her changing back into a Fairy and the pictures of the Pixie destroying her work as a Fairy. All of the time I watched with her and saw the pictures in the mirror I felt very sorry for the Fairy, Pixie. I did not realise that we had a destructive Pixie in our midst and decided to punish her for her bad ways. The question was how to punish her. I decided to turn her into an ant. In a colony of ants she would learn discipline and how to behave herself. Taking my magic wand I waved it over the piece of broken magic mirror. The destructive Pixie is now an ant she has learned discipline and in six months will return as a Pixie. I think the punishment was just. Bern