The rafters in the old barn were lined with pinned fairies and pixies, some no more than dry old husks, indistinguishable from dragonflies. I kept a few of the fresher ones.
I guess after a while the magic fades and the glow starts to die down.
Guess some witchfinders were more cruel than...
From the log of Jackie Langford, the last known witch-finder of North Georgia:
I have farmed dust from upwards of 300 pixies; I have farmed imps up to four feet tall; I have farmed magic milk from a pig-headed goat familiar with poisonous spines; but I have never had more trouble than with this...
The Office of Witch-Finder General
Principle # 12: Suffer no imps.
Fig. 1 - Pixie on hook
Same, from the back
Same, from below
Fig. 2 - Imp hutch
Imp (feigning death)
The business of farming imps, pixies, and the like for their precious...