Finally pulling the pixie from her hair, Sarah set the pixie down next to the decapitated toadstool and moved on, giving the pixie one last glare.

At the next toadstool there was only one pixie. She hoped that would make her job easier. "Excuse me," she said politely to the pixie. Reaching for the 'stool and twisting off the cap.

As she went to drop the cap in the jar, the pixie gave a little screech and rushed at her. Sarah gave a shriek of surprise and ducked. The pixie, going too fast to change directions, crashed into the greenhouse wall.

"Oh, jeez." Sarah muttered, dropping the cap into the jar and making her way to the fallen pixie. "Come on," she sighed, picking up the pixie gently and depositing her next to the toadstool. As she set it down, it bit her thumb.

"Bloody--!" calm Sarah, just ignore the little blighter.

"Yeah, you're welcome." she muttered.