There were two little pixies, who decided they would try their luck in the tailoring trade. They travelled far and wide gathering goods and chattels to sell, until they settled amongst the tree roots in Norwich. Four times a week the pixies would pick their way through the forest, skip though the meadow, trot over the bridge (taking care not to wake the troll!) and set down their knapsacks at their little clothes stall.

The pixies worked hard come rain, come shine, and after two bone-chilling winters on the hill they hung up their winter capes and decided to pedal their wares in the sunshine at all kinds of festivals. On their journey they granted wishes from their magic wishing pond and were often seen skipping around their psychedelic UV mushrooms.