“Watch it, mouse.” Ricochet warned, as the tiny luma nosed his way through the back of his shop.
Pixie was back on his daily routine of scavenging for scraps. And he’d made quite a mess at that. Heaps and heaps of scrap metal, rusted iron nails and unused claw caps sat in a corner whilst the green luma dug and dug through the depths of his workshop, sending bits of raw materials flying. Eventually, t...
