The Twelve Pixies - Part Twenty-Nine by Joanne Morris Okano

     "Thank you, Somerset," said Mr. Pixie.
     Next, after several tries, Mr. Pixie had the lion dance on its hind legs to bite on a stick which he held up in the air.
     He set a table with a tablecloth and place settings.  The lion's place setting had a plate with a giant beef bone on it.  He tied a table napkin around the lion's neck and the lion sat at the table and gnawed on the bone.  Mr. Pixie sat opposite him and ate a meal of a cheese sandwich.
      "You're a winner," said the employer and hired him.
     When Mr. Pixie arrived home that night, he was good-exhausted, not I-don't-know-how-I'm-going-to-go-on-exhausted.
                                                                      TO BE CONTINUED