The clever yellow pixie sticks Jacks hands to the axe- as it strikes into the wood.

(Chapter originally by Teraton)

The rhythm of chopping wood was familiar to Jack. Place log on chopping block, raise axe above your head and aim, and bring it down to chop the log in two. Place, raise, chop, place, raise, chop, over and over. Of course, the axe was far from new, and for Jack to sharpen it was only more work, so Jack was also no stranger to the axe sticking in the chopping block and throwing off the rhythm of the entire process. Muttering under his breath, Jack pulled and tugged and strained, but this axe was stuck much deeper and much tighter than he'd ever managed before.

"Come on you stupid thing... ah, forget it." Jack offered a final halfhearted try before deciding that he'd earned a break. However, when he went to let go of his axe, he found his hands unable to part with it.

"What the...?" He tried flexing his fingers, opening his hands, slipping them off the end of the axe; still, they stuck fast. Was it sap from one of the logs? Wouldn't think it could get this adhesive.

"Hehehe!" squeaked a high-pitch, bubbly voice from his shoulder. As the farmhand turned to look, his panic was mixed with confusion and wonder, as he found, glowing bright yellow against his drab working tunic, a pixie from the forest.

"Oh!" Jack momentarily forgot his predicament and just stared at the magical little lady. "You're a fairy, aren't you?" The pixie nodded her head. Jack chuckled, not believing his luck, before frowning, starting to piece things together. He nodded towards his hand on the hatchet. "This is, uh.... this one of your little 'tricks'?" Again, the fairy eagerly nodded her head, smiling wide as she looked behind Jack at the four other multi-colored balls of light floating up to him from within the grass. Oblivious, Jack tried to **** a smile in return. "G-Good one! Really got me there." He paused for a moment, staring at the pixie expectantly.

An awkward silence passed, before Jack asked, "Do you... think you could unstick me now?" The fairy shook her head in denial. "Wh- listen, I really would like to get back to work now, so if you could just..." The yellow pixie blew a rasberry at him, as she fluttered down from his shoulder to stand on the immobile axe. "N-Now, listen to me, I need... you... too..." He trailed off, as he heard the giggling of additional pixies. Glancing around, he counted four more; a tall (for a pixie) Green on his left shoulder, a plump Purple on his right, a full-figured Blue that fluttered in front of his nose for a moment before flying off somewhere behind him, and a spry looking Red that hung upside down from above his head.

Before Jack even got to speak, the Yellow pixie snapped her fingers and the little women went into a frenzy. Sparkling trials of different color swirled around him as the pixies poked and prodded him. He could feel one pulling his hair, another working its way down the back of his shirt. Two more of them started climbing up his pant legs, and one of them - Yellow- kept floating in front of his face, making funny faces and provocative poses and then delighting in how red and worked up he got. All Jack was able to do was shake and struggle as he was assaulted, trying harder and harder to pull himself free, when suddenly...