Whilst waiting for harvest and straw-bales to arrive, the tyre foundations are muddied and dried.
Even faeries need to sleep somtimes and a high up platform is just right for a bed.
In the world of suited men regulations of buildings pertain to the going and rising of stairs but in Faerieland thick oak treads speed twinkly toes to bed.
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