The difficult part was that Grandmother, being so elderly, had absolutely no idea of the current value of money anymore, what with inflation, so she gave the twelve pixies enough money for about one-eighth of the price of a room at the inn, and they didn't dare to say anything other than a gulped "Thank you, Grandmother".
The pixies scurried over to the inn and told the innkeeper their dilemma and found that fortunately they had a sale on at the inn, for one-eighth of the usual price, so the pixies had enough money after all.
The reason for the sale was that a dog had died there the day before and everybody was very sad and didn't want to stay there.
TO BE CONTINUED
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