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A Friendly Pixie

Book Three of the

Fantastic Adventures Series

By Rene Cournoyer

Copyright 2018 © Rene Cournoyer

Second Edition

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Library of Congress: TXu 1-994-391

Cover by Rene Cournoyer


I dedicate this book to

my granddaughter


Map of Shendale

Sticky’s home is in the tall tree.

Robyn’s home is in the shorter tree.

Dumbley’s little cave is on the left.

Memory Lane

Here’s a walk down memory lane. For those of you who have read Book 1 & 2 of ‘The Fantastic Adventures of Sticky.’ These are the highlights of the adventures that Sticky and his friends have encountered so far.

If you haven’t read these books, you should go back and read Book 1. It’s best if they’re read in order.

In Book One

  • The search begins and they leave the village of Shendale.

  • They met Chris, healed his bruised knee and found his lost dog Spotalot, on an island.

  • They returned in a rowboat and it sank.

  • Dumbley almost drown trying to play Captain of the rowboat.

  • Spotalot is returned to Chris, and all is good in the world of elves and dwarves.

  • They meet Emerald. She’s lost, and they bring her home to her family.

  • They make it to Willowdale, and help the George family fix their fence.

  • George offered to let Sticky drive his wagon. Sticky got the horses off to a quick start.

  • They arrived in one piece.

In Book Two

  • They arrived safely at the George’s and Robyn helped heal their daughter Linda.

  • While fixing a fence, Sticky hit Dumbley in the head with a fence post—twice.

  • While sleeping over at the Georges, Sticky walked in his sleep and took a nap in the woods.

  • Sticky becomes the first elf—ever, to take a nap while sleeping.

  • Sticky is scared by the imaginary bedbugs.

  • He also had to run from being eaten by Linda.

  • Sticky is introduced to candy, and they learned the hard way, you should never give him candy.

  • Sticky meets his first human and runs in fear of being eaten again.

  • Later in the evening, Sticky met a bear and ran for his life in fear of being eaten once again.

  • He gets kicked by a horse while working with Dumbley in a stable.

  • The adventurers meet Papa Doyle. He’s sick and needs a certain herb to help him.

  • Robyn does some healing on him while Sticky and Dumbley have a mini-adventure to get the herb.

  • Sticky builds a bridge from rope to cross the creek and reach the herb.

  • While crossing the creek, Dumbley fell in and almost drowned. Sticky saved him with a bubblegum rope.

  • Papa Doyle joined Sticky and his friends on their adventure.

  • They met a human name Johnson and helped him fix his wagons. Johnson scared Sticky.

  • Sticky got him back by tripping him with bubblegum.

  • Sticky blinds his Papa who was under the wagon.

  • His Papa soaked him in return.

  • Sticky got candy again and had another crazy time with the stuff.

I invite you all to expand your imaginations and travel with Sticky, Robyn, and Dumbley as they continue on their adventure—enjoy!

Chapter 1


“Hey, what’s that delicious scent I’m picking up on?” Dumbley wondered. “It almost smells like…” His flat, stubby nose wiggled as he sniffed the air, “like… peaches. Yes, it's peaches. I know that smell anywhere.”

“Look!” Sticky yelled. “Up there on the hill. I think it’s a peach tree. Let’s grab a few for our journey and a few for our tummies.”

“You’re right, Dumbley,” Papa Doyle agreed. “Leave it to your snout to nail the scent. Only you could sniff a peach from afar.”

By the time he finished his sentence, Sticky and Dumbley had already taken off and were halfway up the hill.

“Wait! Don’t go up there! Let’s find a safer place to climb,” Robyn yelled as she eyed the dangerously jagged rocks dotting the hill.

The hill was crowned by a tall cliff where the peach tree grew with a view of the land all to itself. The peaches appeared to sparkle and shine as the dew resting upon their skin caught the sunlight.

Sticky and Dumbley didn’t hear Robyn. Her shouts were drowned out by the calling of the peach tree. They couldn’t hear or see anything. All their focus was on the tree. They reached the bottom of the cliff together and looked up at the tall wall in front of them.

“How do we get up there?” Dumbley asked through labored breaths. “This cliff has to be at least ten feet tall. I have no idea.”

“I have an idea,” Sticky said as he huffed and puffed himself. “Give me a ten-finger lift.”

Dumbley held up both hands and wiggled his fingers. He wished he had a third hand, so he could scratch his head in confusion. “You want me to do what with my fingers?”

“Watch and learn, my dwarf friend.” He spread the fingers of both his hands and then laced them together to form a little pocket. “Now you lean forward so I can put my foot in your hands. Once my foot is in place, all you have to do is lift me up. I’ll grab the edge of the cliff and pull myself up.”

“Oh, I get it,” Dumbley bubbled as he squatted and wove his fingers together to form a basket. It was like the dwarf cheerleaders do when stunting during rockball, the dwarf version of football, except with a rock. Sticky placed one slender foot into Dumbley’s humongous hands.

“When I say three, you lift me up.”

“You got it, buddy, I’m ready to go.”

“Okay, here we go. One, two, three…”

On three, Dumbley stood and raised his arms upward, which flung Sticky’s lanky form fifteen feet in the air. Sticky flailed his arms desperately trying to grab something solid to keep from falling to the ground-a rock, a branch, or a bird’s leg (if one was to fly by).

Dumbley turned to Robyn and Papa Doyle and said, “Did you see me toss him up there? A dwarf’s strength is never to be under-estimated.” He hoped they saw his impressive display of strength.

Meanwhile, as he neared the edge of the cliff, he reached out in desperation. The only thing he could grab in his attempt to keep from falling—was a dandelion.

Needless to say, it didn’t hold his weight and down he went. Still gripping the dandelion, he landed on top of Dumbley, sending them both crashing to the earth.

The ball of elf and dwarf tumbled down the hill. They missed the jagged rocks and stopped short of Robyn’s feet. They looked up at her knowing they were both in trouble.

She looked down at them and shook her head. “Don’t you guys ever listen? We yelled to both of you to use the trail on the side of the hill. It would have been so much easier.”

“I got you a flower,” Sticky mumbled as he held up the partially crushed dandelion, its stem broken and bent. His body had many bruises and he felt like the dandelion.

“Thank you, you make it so hard for me to yell at you. FYI—the next time you give a girl a flower, make sure it’s not a weed.”

They stood, brushed themselves off, and took inventory of their bruises. Sticky bowed his head and looked at Robyn with his sad little eyes and sighed, “I guess we should listen to you more often. It would save us a lot of bumps, and boo-boos.”

Dumbley rubbed his knee and moaned, “I agree with Sticky, we have to listen more.”

“Good, so listen to me,” said Robyn. “Can you both see the path over there? It looks like it’ll take you to the tree without the need for Sticky getting tossed like pizza dough.”

“Look!” gasped Sticky. “Who put the trail over there? We should go use it. Come on!”

They all laughed as they started their journey up the hill. They followed the path to the top this time. When they arrived there, Sticky approached the tree and realized the peaches were way out of his reach.

“Dumbley, if you put me on your shoulders, I’ll grab the peaches and pass them to Papa Doyle and Robyn,” instructed Sticky.

“Okay, this plan sounds better than the last one,” acknowledged Dumbley. He knelt and Sticky, not bothered by his tumble a few moments ago, climbed nimbly upon his shoulders and got ready for the lift.

“I’m ready, let’s go slow this time. I don’t want to go soaring through the air again. I’m still hurting from the last toss.”

Dumbley, who doesn't know his strength, stood slowly, or at least it was his version of slow. Sticky watched as a tree branch rushed toward his face at an alarming speed. He had no time to react. Crack was the sound when the branch battered Sticky’s head. He came back down and hit the ground hard.

When he stood up, his head felt dizzy and there were stars swirling around his head. He watched the little stars as they faded into nothingness and then reappears again.

He hit the branch so hard it caused two of the peaches to fall on his head. He was already dizzy from whacking the branch. When the peaches hit him, it was enough to make him lose his balance and stagger off the cliff.

Once again, his body met the earth and he rolled down the hill. When he got to the bottom, he didn’t jump up this time. He lay still in the grass and leaves. Dazed and wondering which way was up.

Startled by watching Sticky’s fall to the bottom again, the three adventurers raced down the hill to where Sticky had landed to check on his condition. Having taken two falls down the same hill had to hurt a lot.

Kneeling next to him, Robyn asked, “Are you all right? I can’t believe you're down here again. It’s not your lucky day today.”

“Ouch!” Sticky cried as he rubbed all the parts of his body. “The pain, make it stop!”

“Sticky, tell me where it hurts the most?”

“Everywhere, I think there’s only one spot on my body that’s not hurting me right now.” He put his finger under his chin and motioned, “Here, this spot right here does not hurt. Everywhere else hurts a lot. Maybe, even more than a lot. I think we have to find a whole new category for the pain I fee…”

“All right already! Sit still so I can work on you.” She rubbed her hands together as they sparkled and she slowly moved them over Sticky’s body, trying to sense what was wrong. She stood when she was finished.

“There’s nothing broken. Only bumps and bruises this time. The only thing really hurt here, is your pride. Next time, listen to us, and you can save yourself some pain, frustration and a bunch of bruises.”

Sticky stood, brushed himself off, “Lesson learned. I promise I’ll listen from this day forward and forevermore. It’s a promise.”

“Sure, you will. You have never listened to advice before. I doubt you’ll start now.”

“Sure, I have. I was born lost, tired and ready to listen to anyone’s advice.”

“Wait here a minute,” Dumbley demanded. He ran up the hill at full speed. When he got to the top, he took aim at the tree. He used his stout form to ram the peach tree with such force, it swayed back and forth. Then he grabbed the tree in a choke-hold and shook it as if to choke the peaches from its depths. Between the swaying and the shaking, peaches fell with a plunk and a thud.

Dumbley filled his many pockets with peaches and held more in his arms. He looked like a bear gathering its goodies and hugging the sweet fruit. He returned to share his treasures and said, “I gathered all these peaches for everyone to enjoy. Now we can stop killing ourselves on this hill.”

“Thank you, Dumbley, for sharing them,” said Robyn. “You’re truly a good friend.”

“Well, it’s what friends do,” Dumbley said proudly. “They share the things they have.”

Chapter 2

Off to Springfield

“Yes, they do. We’re friends forever and ever. I have something to share as well.” She walked over and gave him a big hug.

Dumbley’s smile grew as she hugged him. With their tummies full and their supplies re-stocked, the adventurers ready to continue.

“What’s the next town were going to be traveling through?” Dumbley inquired.

“It’s Springfield,” Papa Doyle answered.

Once they started out, Sticky yelled, “We’re off on our fantastic adventure!”

“Yes we are indeed,” Dumbley agreed.

After walking for some time Sticky said, “We need to take a long rest. I can’t go any further. I need a tree or something similar.”

“For once, I agree with you. There’s a spot over there,” Robyn suggested. “You guys gather wood, and I’ll make a campfire. We’ll sleep here tonight and re-energize ourselves.”

“Have you noticed we’ve had no rain on any of our adventures?” asked Sticky.

“I think we’re the luckiest adventurers in the whole world,” boasted Dumbley.

“I wish someone would hurry up and create the invention I keep dreaming about. It’s a dream where you can put a snack on a stick and cook it over the open campfire.”

A thought bubble appeared over his head. He saw himself at a campfire cooking his snack. “Ah, yes. One can only dream. Someday, it’ll come true.” Then he snapped out of it and asked, “Does anyone know a good joke?”

“I have a good one,” Robyn offered. “Why did the chicken cross the road, roll in the mud, and cross the road again?”

“I don’t know. Why would he do it?”

“He was a dirty double-crosser.”

The tired adventurers enjoyed a good laugh together and then snuggled in their bedrolls which lay upon piles of leaves. They dreamed the good dreams on this star lit evening and left the day behind them.

When they awoke the next morning, Papa Doyle rubbed the sleep from his eyes and said, “I want to warn you. Springfield is a big town. It’s much larger than Elwyn. Last I heard its population was around three hundred people, not counting elves and dwarves. It’s large enough for Sticky to get lost in. We have to stay alert, you got it Sticky. Stay alert.”

“I do,” remarked Sticky. “I was born lost, tired and alert. You don’t have to worry about this elf. I’ll be the most alert elf you ever saw.”

“The biggest attraction in this town is the magic store,” Papa Doyle boasted. “It’s full of magical things for all ages, especially you Sticky. Something tells me, you’ll never want to leave the store again. You’ll feel at home in there. It’ll be like it was the right place for you to be, forever and ever plus a day.”

“We’re going to see a real live magic store!” Sticky yelped as wonders and awe laced his voice. “I can’t wait! C’mon, c’mon! Let’s go! It’s off to the magic store we go!”

“Slow down and don’t wander off!” Robyn hollered. “Don’t run so far ahead of us. You don’t want to run into another bear.”

“The magic store isn’t going anywhere!” Papa Doyle yelled. “Slow down so we can catch up to you. We’ll get there soon enough. You need to have a little more patience.”

Sticky, didn’t hear what Robyn or Papa Doyle were shouting. His excitement about the magic store was too great. He continued trotting ahead of them. He caught a twinkle out of the corner of his eye and when he turned his head to look, it was gone. It was right near the edge of the woods. He turned to look again, and he still couldn’t see it. Now he wondered if he even saw the twinkle at all.

Sticky had to investigate this twinkle. It had his attention now, and he turned toward the woods. He felt something pulling him in that direction. Not really pulling, rather an unusually strong desire to go there.

He couldn’t explain it, he had to go there. And go there he did. Being anxious, his trot became an all-out dash toward the woods. When he got there, everything around him disappeared in a blinding flash. He didn’t know what was happening.

The trees he was headed for were gone. When he checked behind him, his friends were also gone. He stood alone for a few seconds. It was like being in the middle of a giant tornado and seeing the clouds swirling around you. Fear was creeping in and he didn’t know what to make of it all.

There was another blinding flash and the trees were standing tall in front of him once again. Something was different, he couldn’t figure out what it was. It was like he sensed it. He noticed little particles floating in the air, and when he turned around, his friends were still gone. They were nowhere to be seen.

Where did they go? What happened to make them disappear? Where was this place? The questions were piling up and he needed to get some answers. He looked around frantically to find a clue. As the questions kept piling up in his head, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

He caught the twinkle in the corner of his eye again. Only this time it stayed. Turning to look, he couldn’t make out what it was. There was a fog in the air which made it hard to distinguish what he was seeing. As he walked toward this thing, he could make out a tiny, seemingly weightless body, which floated in the air. He approached with caution.

Meanwhile, back where his friends were.

“Sticky! Don’t you dare wander off!” yelled Robyn with firm persistence.

“I don’t think he can hear you,” said Dumbley. “He’s left the road and he’s heading for the woods. What’s going on here? I didn’t think anything could distract him from the magic store. He was looking forward to it.”

“I’ll get him,” Papa Doyle offered. “He’s not far. I can reach him in a few seconds.” He took off so quickly which caused a cloud of dust to follow him across the field and it stopped. When he was within a few feet from Sticky, the tall skinny elf vanished. He disappeared right in front of him. He was gone, without a trace left behind to say he was even there.

“What, what happened?” Papa Doyle asked as he looked around, shocked and confused. “Where did he go? He was here a second ago.”

Dumbley and Robyn came to where he was standing. They scratched their heads as they looked around. They had also witnessed Sticky disappearing into thin air—poof.

“We need to spread out and find him,” Robyn demanded. “I don’t know why, I feel like he’s still here in front of me. I can feel his energy. It’s really weird I feel him like he was here. Come on, we have to find him.”

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