The life of a pixie is very good indeed. I can do as I please all day long and into the night. I can go where the humans do when I’m bored and watch them live their strange lives. I can even invite myself into their homes and cause mischief to see how they react.

The humans have so many strange things, big things, little things, things that glow, and things that make noise. Things I wish I could take back to my nest. Sometimes I do; pretty chains that I can wrap around my horns and rings that fit my head just so. The humans wear them differently, they wear them wrong. Who would decorate their hands, surely that only gets in the way? Silly humans with their silly ways.

A pixie knows much better.