[2021] | Pixiehuge

So Twig left.

Lily ran to the shed. “Twig! We need you!” pixiehuge

That night, Elderberry herself flew to the shed. She looked at Twig, covered in mud and snow, surrounded by grateful animals and the small human girl who was his friend. She bowed her head. So Twig left

The shed became the “Clumsy Clinic.” Lily brought all her hurt creatures there. And Twig, the Pixiehuge, discovered his true gift. He couldn’t do the tiny, precise work of a normal pixie. But he was strong. He could lift a fallen branch off a trapped rabbit. He could carry a baby squirrel back to its nest in a high tree. He could hold a struggling fox still while Lily removed a snare from its leg. We need you

Standing almost a foot tall, he was a giant among his kind. His wings, though still iridescent, were as broad as a robin's. His voice, instead of a tinkling chime, was a warm, resonant hum that could rustle the leaves on a branch. The other pixies found him clumsy. He couldn’t ride a bumblebee without it bucking him off. He shattered dew-drop chandeliers with his elbows. He was kind, gentle, and terribly, terribly lonely.