Back to England we hastened to the parish in Buckland St Mary. When we got there the Reverend was frenzied. She showed us her bloodied PC-box. It was a pixie massacre! We are still trying to figure out the abysmal details. It seems that we came just too late. Too late for what I am still uncertain. Something killed off the pixies. But who? And why? The Reverend, at least, seems innocent of their slaughter, as she can hardly speak she’s so emotional. Miss Mary Tudor is treating the Reverend with calming ethers from her little box of odorous potions.
The first question I want to solve is if these really were pixies in the first place. Pixies are not known to be attracted to electronics, and them taking up residence in a PC-box doesn’t fit the typical pixie profile. ET-pucks, on the other hand, are exceptionally fond of electronics.
The Reverend is planning a vigil for the pixies tonight, but this, of course, has the whole parish splintered. Pixies are netherworldly creatures, says one faction, so what are we messing about keeping Christian practices for the demonically spawned. But, protests the other party, all creatures are from God and we are all animated by one Breath; therefore the pixies, sentient beings as they are, deserve respect, especially after such a dreadful extermination. The debate changed into a deep theological exegesis of Scripture regarding the difference between the “breath” of man and the “breath” of animals – this is assuming that pixies are indeed part of the animal kingdom and not something wholly different, adds another faction.
I really hope that we can get some clues from this tragedy towards finding some ET-pucks. Time is of the essence. D-day is coming.
Photo from VoWH.

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