The door closed. Pixie Lou went all over the house spreading the dust. Flowers bloomed here, rainbows appeared there.
Watching his friends dance, sing and slide down the bannisters made him squeal with delight. Oh, what fun!
“Why is it getting dark?” Pixie Lou wondered. “It’s the middle of the day and there are cloudless skies.”
The workers finished the last seal on the tent and started hooking up the chemical pump. The boss walked over spitting purple glitter and brushing petals from his hair.
“Make sure you give it the maximum dose, Sam. That house is lousy with pixies.”
Author’s Note: I hate dusting so Pixies really tick me off.