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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!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/5/2019 9:14:00 PM
She had him wrapped around her pixie finger. Free room, board, fun and food. Cute piece.
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Rhona Mcferran
Date: 8/6/2019 12:49:00 PM
Thank you!! I've got to stir up some imaginary mischief sometimes to keep myself out of trouble! hahaha ;D
Date: 8/5/2019 5:58:00 AM
"The children fawned and pleaded to appease her rotten mood this only made her madder so she copped more attitude" - this was probably when wily Fred decided to capture her, as I am sure it was cute! Loved this one.
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Rhona Mcferran
Date: 8/6/2019 12:48:00 PM
Probably so, pixies-with-attitude are adorable! Thank you- so glad you enjoyed it! ;)
Date: 8/3/2019 5:16:00 PM
I think you have a pixie of your own, living in your house, this is pure whimsy!
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Rhona Mcferran
Date: 8/3/2019 9:47:00 PM
I wouldn't be surprised! ;D Thanks, my friend!
Date: 8/1/2019 1:32:00 AM
what a fabulous story Rhona, I think children would love this tale in a book, adding it to my faves:-) hugs Jan xx
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Rhona Mcferran
Date: 8/1/2019 10:48:00 AM
Aawww, what a fabulous compliment!! Thank you, Jan! ;) *hugs*

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