Introduction:
By Nellie Tobey (bearing no Welshian Gremlin ancestry!)
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The Pixie in this story is a distant relation to the Welshian Gremlin.
Who are second cousin to the American Fairies of the Colorado Dry season, and third cousin to the pixie's of Maple Falls North North America.
As the Gremlin's do not bare any resemblance to the Fairies, or the Pixies, one could argue there was no relation at all.
But if you were ever at an Irish pub, and the third whiskey you ordered seemed extraordinarily strong, you might argue quite the opposite.
***The Welshian Gremlins were not prone to mess with your first drink - as that is quite rude. If you made it to your sixth drink, a gremlin was considered a roaring success among his peers.And if you happened to fall onto your backside, a special medal of honor was given to that particular warrior. If you happened to fall on your front, he was nominated as the clan leader.***
The Fartmoodle pixies had a very similar mischief. Fiber was a friend.
Chili beans were sacred. And any human with Lactose intolerance had their name whispered in honorific tones.
The heroine of this story however, lacked a certain, olfactory palette suited to those of her kind. What smelled especially nice to the rest, was obnoxious to her.
Tooty, the daughter of the Grand master of odorous exhibitions, Cheese cutter clan, was not pleased with the smell produced by any of their antics. So thus our story begins.
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