But the pixies' money ran out after one night, so they slept outside under the trees, with the moon and stars peeping through the twigs and leaves at them.
They went round to see their Grandma and she said grandly,
"I'd like to buy you all a gift, so here's some money."
But the money was so little, it wouldn't really buy anything other than half a teaspoon of cranberry juice, because again, she hadn't a clue about the value of money.
"No, you buy us something, Gwandmother," suggested Thraxie. "We'd like that better."
So they took her to the market in her wheelchair and she bought them a bottle of cologne each. But the cologne gave some of them hayfever because it smelled of gorse bushes and so they still didn't have a gift they could use.
You may ask at this point, where is the pixies' mother? That is a very good question. She has not abandonned them, children. She was preparing them lunch of sardine sandwiches when they skipped over the wishing stream, and she had by now received word that they were at Grandma's, so she tripped over on the ferry to fetch them.
TO BE CONTINUED
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