It was slow going for the group. They huffed and puffed as they carried the nylon tent on their slender backs.
“How many humans are in this thing?” whispered one.
Another stuck up two fingers.
“Holy crap! Why do we get the heavy ones?”
“Well, you needed to switch weeks with the trolls…” came the reply.
“Hush!” interrupted the Lead Pixie. “Let’s just get this over with.”
She was right. Keeping the Enchant Forest free of humans was priority number one so the twelve continued their slog without another word.
Who knew keeping the forest magical was so much work?
The Weekday One Hundred 