The Twelve Pixies - Part One by Joanne Morris Okano

     For C. and M.

     The twelve pixies were skipping about, playing in the long grass of the meadow, when a horse came up to them.
     "Enjoying the sunshine?"  he asked.  "Why don't you go down to the wishing stream at the bottom of the meadow and make a wish."
     So the pixies made their way trippingly down the hill to the stream, stood on one side, holding hands in a line, closed their eyes and jumped over the stream to the other side.
     They all wished for one thing - to go to Spain to see their grandmother, whom they had never met.
     There was not a dry eye among them when the nymph of the stream told them their wish was granted.
They packed their knapsacks and rode on leaves on the wind to go and see their grandmother.
                                                                      TO BE CONTINUED