Investigate the figure.

I step off the road and walk toward the stone wall. I look down over the top of it.

I see a young woman, curled up in a little ball, blushing brightly and doing her best to hunker down into the tall grass. It's no wonder she didn't want to be seen. She's completely naked. She's also very pretty, with wide blue eyes and cascades of blonde hair, full red lips and heavy round breasts tipped with coral-pink nipples that peep out from between her covering fingers. At the sight of me, she squeals and tries to make herself even smaller.

"Eek! Don't look at me!"

"What happened to you?"

"Leave me alone, please!"

"I'm not going away until you tell me." It might be a little cruel to embarrass this poor girl, but I have to admit I'm enjoying the sight of her beautiful bare body. Anyway, she might know something that helps me catch the Queen of the Pixies. "Why are you running around the countryside naked? Don't you know girls are supposed to wear clothes?"

"Of course I know that." She sniffs indignantly. "I'm only a humble shepherdess. It was such a warm day, and I was tired out from chasing the lambs around all morning. I thought a quick nap couldn't hurt. So I found a sunny spot by the shore of a babbling brook to lie down and rest my eyes, and when I woke up I didn't have any clothes on. The pixies stripped me while I was sleeping."

"Are you sure it was the pixies? It couldn't have been some of the other shepherdesses?"

"They're too clumsy. Only the pixies could have done it without waking me. They stole Roslin's panties the other day, and they poured cream all down the front of Mellie the milkmaid's bodice. Oh, I'm so ashamed. I don't want to walk back to town naked and have everyone make fun of me! Curse those moon-blasted pixies!"

Poor girl. She needs my help, and she might be able to tell me something useful.