The sinister purple pixie enchant his clothes with a powerful scent

Jack continue to chop The logs in half systematically going through the pile and after splitting the 10th log he takes a moment to catch his breath, the sun was burning hot today as the stench of his sweat drifts uncomfortably in his nose.

Just before he considered sneaking off to the river for a quick dip the plum purple fairy shoots up and out of the grass before quickly spinning around him and spraying his clothes with purple dust. In his panic Jack jumps back tripping over the stump he was using to chop the wood and falls on the ground

“What the hell!” He shouts before looking at the pixie flying close to his face with a stunned expression

“Y-your a fairy…” he said almost not believing his eyes as the naked purple fairy giggles and nod.

Just then a powerful scent of sweet rolls and hunny pie drifts into his nose. Looking down Jack sees find a purple glitter currently covering his tunic and ratty brown pants as he now realized the fairy worked summer her magic on his clothes

“Did you do this for me?” The man said looking at her with shock and amazement while the remaining four fairies snickered and giggled from within the grass.

Just a few feet away the barn door creeks open as One of the goats walks out sniffing at the air before turning its direction towards jack and the pixie, now approaching them with apparent interest.

This puzzled Jack as he knew the creature didn’t really like him as the feeling was mutual, every time he tried milking the other goats the male would get angry and snap at him, as the farmer still has a fair amount of bruises and bite marks still healing from his last assault

The purple fairy however just give him a smile and nodded as if trying to reassure him that no harm would happen.

Jack what is a bit hesitant as it came in closer to sniff him but just before he had a chance to relax the goat once again snapped at him again

“Damn it!” The farm hand shouts as the creature luckily missed his skin but latched onto the sleeve of his tunic, he quickly struggled with the beast trying to pull it off him while it refused to let go as eventually allowed Rick could be heard as the goat pulled away taking the sleeve as well as a good part of the upper half of his tunic with him.

“Oh great, you’re lucky Methilda likes you or you would be stew!” The farm hand said throwing a stone at the creature only to miss as the goat didn’t notice as for some reason it was currently ripping and tearing at the scrap of tunic before chewing up the ruined glittery fabric before spitting out the ruined material now missing the purple sparkles.

What is it finished with that scrap the creature quickly rushed over this time clamping on one of his pant legs taking a chunk with it after the farmhand manage to kick the goat off.

Jacks blood began to run cold as he turned to the laughing purple fairy then back to the goat as he finally realized with the fairy did, she made his clothes smell delicious to whatever smelt it.

Just then he heard the barn door open wider…