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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.
Three or four times a week the pixies 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
outside the Guildhall in the fine city of Norwich.
The colourful stall tinkles with
the sound of bells and shells, and brings a bit of pixie
magic from the forest into the city every day…in
fact, it is not unusual to spy a cheeky pixie or two
flitting amongst the crowds in a whirlwind of bubbles! |
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The pixies worked hard come rain, come shine,
and after a bone-chilling winter 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 (of course,
their skipping turned to stomping at the Glade!)
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| The little stall is full
of curiosities, original clothing in an elfish style, local
handmade jewellery, knitwear and fairy wings. They sell clothing
to all kinds of folk, to the humans and their children,
to nymphs, fairies and even gnomes!
Now it would appear that you have stumbled
upon their little stall! Perhaps you should go
in, and discover the delights that await you in the realm
of Paragon Pixie… |
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