this little girl is a pixie of my own design. she lives in the attic of an old house. pixies like these are responsble for those little things that go missing as they have a obsession with all things shiny and will steal any thing they can carry (good thing they are only as big as a mouse) they are also responsible for those times when your housecat throws a tissy fit in the middle of the night as they like to pester cats (she has a tear in her wing from a close encounter with one) they are also responsible for that last cookie that no one claims they ate, and the little mess no one claims they made. they are great climbers and are able to glide, they cannot really fly as those are not really wings, they are cartilige extensions from the rib cage with a thin membrane. here she has snagged a coin and crawled through the crack in the kitchen ceiling into the attic to go stash it in her nook in the corner.