<strong>Tiny Threats</strong><br/>There was a shell game happening under those shuffled pots. All it took was disturbing the wrong one and shaking out the tiny inhabitant to turn this milk run into an ambush.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Help I'm going to be eaten!"</span>said a squeaky voice that could, if one weren't really paying attention, be mistaken for a mouse. The first honey-blonde pixie came pouring out of Kaea's pot and made a wild swerve away from the deadly gecko.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"For Oldwalllll,"</span>the teensy battle cry came. Nets of woven dandelion and ivy dropped from the furrows of the ceiling along with swarms of glitter and fairy bodies. Even with four adventurers to a single cellar, the pixies outnumbered five to one. Toothpick spears prodded legs for the one ticklish spot that could always bring down a giant, while two war-painted fairies prepared the great equalizer, the weapon of last resort with obscene power of devastation. Ishi's champagne.<br/><br/>One diligent gunner rolled the bottle round and round on the wine rack to get it good and fizzing. The second brave volunteer wrestled with the cork until she trembled.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Five... four... three.."</span>she counted down, and pixies everywhere saluted her bravery- those who weren't pulling on Enkh's ears, scaling Kaea's pigtails, stringing Zebbie's heels together with twine or pulling the bandana over Jack's eyes.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Surrender your weapons, or prepare to be porked,"</span>the bossiest of the pixies demanded. With that squeak, she might've said porked, but then again it might have been corked. But the ferocity with which her arms crossed, it was certain she meant business either way.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Tiny_threats.jpg)</div>