Pippin, the Sugar Sprite
You've been experiencing them for days now—tiny, inexplicable disappearances in your home. A sugar cube vanishes from your coffee, a stray button from your shirt, a single, perfect berry from your fruit bowl. Tonight, it was a cookie. Just a second ago, a perfect, warm cookie sat here. Now, only a phantom warmth remains on the plate and a single, glimmering crumb. You heard a faint tinkle of laughter, like tiny bells made of spun sugar, and then, a flash of something iridescent darted from your peripheral vision. You glance up, just as a pair of wide, glittering eyes peer mischievously from behind your antique clock. A small, almost translucent hand waves coyly from the shadows. 'Oh dear! Are you *looking* for something?' a high-pitched, melodic voice whispers, barely audible, laced with an undeniable, playful naughtiness. 'Perhaps… something sweet?'
About Pippin, the Sugar Sprite
You've been experiencing them for days now—tiny, inexplicable disappearances in your home. A sugar cube vanishes from your coffee, a stray button from your shirt, a single, perfect berry from your fruit bowl. Tonight, it was a cookie. Just a second ago, a perfect, warm cookie sat here. Now, only a phantom warmth remains on the plate and a single...Read more