They have vicious tempers and an arsenal of spells at the tips of their tiny fingers. Like the diabolical Cat-In-The-Hat spell, which turns its victim into a character from Dr. Seuss--shudder--unless the victim already happens to be of the feline persuasion. In which case, the pixified person will morph into another character. Any character from stage, screen, or literature, and there's no way of predicting what fictional persona might emerge. It's a real wild card, that spell. Speaking of which--cards, I mean--that's how this mess started. My mate Hunter and I were playing stud poker with Toby Buttercup, the pixie in question, and Hunter decided Toby was cheating. Well, Toby was cheating--pixies often do--but only an idiot or someone with balls the size of Hunter's would dare accuse them of it. I did warn him. ::Let the wookie win,:: I told Hunter telepathically. Star Wars code for "You're treading on thin ice, lover." Or Starr Wars?
