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Pulling his hood down over his face in the shadow, the keen hunter watched with rapacious eyes, the predatory animal in him taking over as his prey hovered over the open dumpster. With a quick look around and blonde curls jiggling, the little mite dove into the giant trash for something, probably a snack since the pixies did like to eat at this time of night.
Now time to earn his keep.
He stood up silently and prowled forward to peer over the edge of the bin. His prey, oblivious to his presence, nibbled on a discarded french fry with great gusto. With a swoop, the net came down, the low whistle of its flight not enough warning. With a scoop and a flick, he trapped the pixie within its silken threads. The little creature went into panic mode, its little body thrashing and twisting inside the net, its squeaky words coming so fast they were incomprehensible.
“Enough!” snapped Elliot, almost immediately feeling contrite. He’d have fought, too, if someone had trapped him like a bug.
The pixie settled down and peered up at him with big jewel-like eyes, the reproach in them making the hunter uncomfortable.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know you’re not allowed to cross the border.” The pixie’s eyes glistened. Elliot felt guilt poking him hard. After all, he happened to love greasy fries and burgers, too, and he could understand the temptation.
“Don’t do that,” he said, sighing. Why do I feel like such a bully?
Squashing his guilt, he reminded himself of the job at hand. “You know you’ve got to go back.” Pulling out a small jar with holes in the lid, he lifted the net up and showed it to the pixie.