The Last Purple Pixie

Once upon a time, Prunella dwelt amid a magic wood a dainty pixie most rare whose temperament wasn't good Last one of her purple line in that dreary, dreaded glen where beasts ever feared to tread and mankind had never been For purple pixies were known to be devilishly mean they'd terrified the kingdom wherever they had been seen So Prunella lived alone and pouted, skulked and scowled and dark nights when coyotes called she piteously howled Until one day she found them some children lost in the wood and scared the daylights from them just because she knew she could The children fawned and pleaded to appease her rotten mood this only made her madder so she copped more attitude But she'd miscalculated when she made the last one mad and felt the ammunition from that slingshot-wielding cad Wee bits of sweets kept flying so like pebbles at her wings until he ran out of those then he chucked most anything Around the wood she darted avoiding him at some length until at last she gave out having used up all her strength He plucked her from where she fell and plopped her into a jar then she began to bargain as the village wasn't far But Fred, both shrewd and clever vowed to keep her locked up tight 'til they all were safely home and ev'rything was made right... So she charmed the fireflies out to show them all safely home bossily shouting orders from within the jars glass dome But once they were safely back the boy quickly changed his mind decided to keep Ol' Prune' (as pixies were hard to find) And 'though she was mad as hell and her wings pulsed fiery red she couldn't help but admire this precocious, wily Fred 'Though he never let her loose they became the best of friends laughing with glee as they kept his parents at their wits-ends “What's with these wild ideas?” They would grouse, and groan, and moan unknowing those mischief-plans were a pixie's- not his own!