Naming and Changing

When last I wrote, my family was adjusting to life with a wild pixie. Things settled down a bit after the pixie grew used to her new home. Ms. Merriweather, however, still was rather in need of a break so me, Betsy, Nim, Hitty Rowan, and our new pixie friend went with mama on a trip. It was a short trip and it rained a lot. Because of the rain, it was muddy and a bit damp. Betsy, Nim, and I decided to stay in our basket for most of the trip. Hitty Rowan, being wooden and older than us, didn't mind venturing out a bit. Our pixie friend was too curious to be confined, muddy or not. We began the trip rather well, stopping at one point to take a break.

When we returned to the car, our pixie refused to return to the basket. Since Ms. Merriweather was not their to ensure a certain level of decorum, our pixie quickly reverted to her "wild ways" as Ms. Merriweather called them.

After bouncing about unclothed all over the car most of the trip, she finally exhausted herself and slept. That left only Hitty Rowan to brave the dampness and mud to tour our grandfather's yard. Hitty Rowan was feeling a bit adventurous. She decided to climb a tree.
And gained a companion in her fun.

Hitty Rowan hunted for four leaf clovers. She did not find any, but she enjoyed the quest.
Feeling rather adventurous again, she climbed up to the top of a fence post to enjoy the mountain scenery.
When we returned home, an adventure of a different sort awaited us. Our pixie seemed unusually tired. In fact, she went straight to bed and mumbled something about "naming and changing." When we all awoke from a long nap, we were shocked! Our pixie had quite transformed herself! She appears to be something of a changeling. We rather liked her new look. She also finally announced her name....Nissa.

Ms. Merriweather thought perhaps her outward transformation might have settled Nissa a bit. She did seem a bit more tame, sedately going outside to picnic with a new friend.

Betsy, Nim, and I later discovered that perhaps our wild pixie was not quite as tamed as we thought.
Oh well...what Ms. Merriweather doesn't know, can't upset her.