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Mika Macaroon’s inkypic portraits


For the last couple of days we had to draw with a pen cause Eric fed all our pencils to a wee baby orc. This was a bit of a problem since most of us found drawing with ink rather difficult. We made way too many little lines and smudges, which meant you quite literally couldn’t make head nor tail of anything we’ve drawn. However, one of us didn’t have this problem at all and in no time Mika Macaroon was making the loveliest little pen drawings.

As he was drawing, some wee whispering sprites happened to see his pictures when they glided by and dubbed them “inkypics”. And so, as is the case with anything interesting that the wee whisperers observed, word of his inkypics quickly spread and soon a long spiraling line of critters and faeryfolk started to form around Mika and his sketchbook, all hoping to catch a glimpse and maybe even get their portrait drawn by him.

He gave most of the drawings he made to the wee folk that posed for the pictures, but he did keep a few and said we can show them to you…and so, without any further ado, here are the first two:
On the left is little Frankie (who’s been refusing to take off his Halloween costume for more that 3 years now) and on the right is none other than yours truly, Collie Flowers ~:)

We hope you like these little pen-drawn portraits very much! If you do, be sure to keep an eye on this page and of course our wee website ( www.thepicsees.com/ ) cause we’ll be sharing some more of them with you very soon…

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Kale the Goblin


This is a wee portrait we drew of our new friend called Kale the goblin who is an expert hide and seek player…you can read the wee story about how we met him on our wee website by following the wee click:




We would like to introduce you to a new friend we recently made. He’s a gnome named O’Hans but most of the weefolk around here call him veerman (which means ferryman in Dutch) because of the wee boat that he sails around the canals of Amsterdam.
At night it’s a houseboat, of which he is the sole resident and during the day it becomes a ferryboat, of which he is the captain. It also happens to be the only ferry for the weefolk of the city.

He carved the boat himself when he was just a wee boy. The body of the boat has darkened with age and the hand carved patterns of interwoven waves and vines, once decorating the sides, were all but completely worn off.
The sail was made from an old piece of canvas which doubles as a roof at night. On one side of the sail is a painting of a sunflower and on the other is a hand drawn map of all the canals. Growing on the hull, just above the waterline is a large mushroom, which he says he’s saving for a winter stew. Other than that, there’s a book underneath his seat, a pencil which is sharpened at both ends and an empty pickle jar tied to the back of the boat with an old shoe string, which is there for passengers to store their luggage during their journey.

And that was it. There is nothing more in or around the boat and as far as we could see there were no other nooks or crannies to keep things. And since the boat was also his house it got us wondering…where did he keep all his belongings?

When we asked him he laughed wholeheartedly for a while before pointing to his head and saying “everything I need fits in here just fine”.

We laughed along with him although we didn’t quite understand why and we were still wondering where he kept all his important things. There was that one book under his seat, but where did he keep all his other books, where were his treasured keepsakes, his shiny things and his sweets? We thought he probably misunderstood our question so we decided to make our questions a wee bit more specific…

“But where do you keep all your books?” we asked.
“All the stories I have read are up here” he said once again pointing to his head.
“The books themselves I passed on. But the stories, those I kept.”
He reached down and pulled out the book he kept under his seat.
“This book was given to me a moon ago by a passing passenger from up north and once I’m done reading it, I will pass it on again. I’ll probably give this one to Atook the little cobbler elf from Van Baerle Steet. It’s a story about a magic pair of boots, I think he would like it.”
He reached for his pencil and wrote “Atook” inside the cover and returned the book to its place under his seat.

“But then you have no books” we all said at once.
Yes, that is true.” he said. “But I could close my eyes anywhere I am and recall all the stories I’ve ever read, and if there are any I forgot I have a great reason to go visit whoever I gave that story’s book to, and we can recall it all over a nice hot brew. And who knows…before long someone might pass another book on to me which they have read and thought I might like*.

We never thought about it like that before, but it’s true…that’s the magic of books isn’t it? You always get to keep the story. Even if the book itself was no longer around.
But what about his treasured keepsakes? Surely he had to have a few mementos around to remember his most special moments?

He nodded when we asked him about these.
“I did have a few of those when I was younger” he admitted. “but more often than not, the thing itself replaced the actual memory. So these days I prefer to carry just the memories with me…which is best because there would be no way this boat could fit them all.”
He gave a short chuckle and got up to adjust the sail.
“But I have to admit…” he whispered as he tied the sail into place, “…I don’t keep all of those in my mind, some of those I keep in my heart.”
He smiled to himself as he sat down again. We did not know what treasured memory he recalled in that moment, but we could tell it was a special one.

We were starting to see that his boat is not as empty as we first though. In fact, we were starting to worry that the boat might sink if we let him recall much more…but there was still something we were unsure about. His shiny things and sweets! All weefolk have some sort of shiny trinket and a bag of sweets hidden somewhere…and gnomes were no different.

“Well, I do sometimes keep a candy or two in my pocket, but those are not for me” he said.
“You see…almost everyone who comes on board brings a little something to eat on route, and everyone who does always shares. That’s what makes this such a special place. You’ve just shared one of your cookies with me, and earlier this afternoon I took some Elderfaeries down the canal who gave me a whole handful of sugar candies. I ate one of the candies and kept the rest right here in my pocket, because somewhere down the line someone will get on board who didn’t bring something to eat…and then it will be my turn to share.
And as for shiny things…Oh, I have more than anyone could ever imagine. Tonight, after I’ve taken everyone where they needed to go, I will steer my little boat down the Prinsengracht canal and be surrounded by the shine of the city. Lights from the people folk’s houses, flickering candles from the faeriehollows, lanterns on cafe tables and faerielights in trees, streetlights, bicycle lights, the moon..all filled with life, and each one of these glistening on the water around me. Not even kings and queens could ever wish for that many shiny things.
You see wee ones” he said, “for me, belonging, is so much more important than belongings.

That evening he invited us to sail with, and it was true. All the gold trinkets in the world could never shine that way. It was one of the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen. We shared the rest of our cookies along the way and gave the last one to a wee river troll catching a lift back to his bridge.
Many more stories were also shared that day, he told us a few, and we told some too…we even told him about you! We’ll be sharing some of those stories with our friends in the park tomorrow but he asked us to pass this one on to you…we hope you like it, and if you do, don’t forget to pass it on too.


* He was quite right, the very next day we went to give him one of our favourite books. It’s a story about a captain who sailed the seven seas, we think he would like it.

the wee dragon pup in the park…


Hello everyone, it’s us…the Picsees and guess what? It’s summertime! yHay! It’s been nice and sunny for a while now but this week was officially the start of summer. Of course we do know that it’s not summertime everywhere and some of you might be missing out…so we thought we could maybe share a wee bit of our summer with everyone, and we decided a good way to do this is to draw you a wee picture of some lovely summer flowers. We packed our best pencils and went down to the park. It didn’t take us long to find some good drawing flowers and we were scribbling away in no time…but like always we got a wee bit lost in the details…so much so that we didn’t really pay attention to the “big picture” and the something rather interesting appearing in it. It was actually only after Mika pointed our that one of the flowers we were drawing had a lovely smile when we noticed we were drawing more than just flowers…and if we didn’t have this picture as proof you probably wouldn’t have believed us, but there he was! A wee dragon pup playing among the very flowers that we were drawing for you! This was an exciting discovery…it’s not everyday that you get to meet a dragon pup! We went over to talk to him, but cause he’s still a wee baby he couldn’t really speak, he only made some clicky noises and then he got distracted by a bumble bee and chased after it, disappearing between the flowers. We ran after them but couldn’t find him or the bumble.
We went back to the exact same spot and sat there the whole day hoping to see him again and maybe make friends if we do, but there was no sign of him. We even did some clicky noises like he did but it didn’t help. So today we are are going to paint some yellow and black bumble bee stripes on Eric and have him run around the flowers to see if that will make him come out to play cause we know for sure that he likes to chase bumble bees…

The Elderfaerie at the lake.

Last night we went down to the lake and found one of the Elderfaeries sitting there. He invited us to sit with him and said we can ask him one question. The Elderfaeries are very wise. They’re probably the wisest of all the wee faeryfolk living in these realms. It’s because they’ve been living here for so long. For thousands and thousands of years in fact, which is why we decided to ask him about just that…these realms.

He didn’t answer us right away. Instead he sat quietly for a while, while trying on a few different frowns and when he finally found one that fitted, he looked down at something he was holding in his hand. Something that wasn’t quite there. Something only he could see.

“Aye…reality” he said eventually. He repeated the word a few more times to himself as if to see if that might change its meaning, and once he was quite sure it wouldn’t, he went on…
“It’s a pretty peculiar place, isn’t it. I don’t think it was ever intended for anyone to live here, but here we all are nonetheless.”
He nodded his head slowly, eyes still fixed on the unseen object in his hand, giving the worlds he just spoke a moment to find their place among us.

“Reality” he said once more. “The real-realms we used to call it back home. The strange fringes of the dreamworlds, where the seemingly endless possibilities of dreams finally lose their momentum and settle into their final from for all of time. Becomes…real, as the locals might say.
That’s is the definition of reality you know…when a thing is a thing and can nevermore be another thing. It’s just that one thing. Nae more. Nae less. Always and forever. The exact opposite of a dream in a way…or at least that’s what they say…”

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he stopped looking at his hand and turned his gaze up at us, his frown slowly relaxing.
“But it’s not as bad as it might sound” he said. “Because you see…”
He stopped talking and held out his hand as the object that was never there slowly began to take shape. It was becoming more and more…real. For just a moment it could have been (and probably was) absolutely anything, and then it settled into the form of a small grey pebble.

Without a word he turned his gaze towards the lake, it’s surface was smooth and dark. The moon was slowly rising over it and painted a thin white line across the entire surface, all the way to the edge of the water where we were sitting. Then, just before the moonlight touched our toes the Elderfaerie threw the pebble out across the lake. It skipped on the surface three times and disappeared, but it left a wee ripple every time it touched the water. These ripples grew into wee waves, weaving the most intricate patterns across the entire surface as they travelled to and fro, bringing the lake to life. The moonlight joined in and danced between the lines, scattering its light across the forest canopy. Water touched our toes as the waves reached the shore with a soft rhythmic murmur. It lasted a mere moment but it was beautiful.

We all sat there staring at the lake as it settled back into silence. Into its reality. The Elderfaerie turned back to us and spoke once more.
” ..there’s also that” he said and smiled.

Nalu, the Firefly Faerie.


We are so excited to show you our new art picture. We made it to introduce you to quite an extraordinary wee faerie that we recently met. Her name is Nalu. She spends most days collecting wee bits of strings, tiny treads and even small snippets of yarn and ribbons, which is not a strange thing for faeriefolk to do, most of us love collecting strings and things…but it’s what she does with these that’s quite amazing.

You see...She’ll keep gathering these until she has just enough (we asked her exactly how much enough is, to which she just smiled and said “enough is not a number, enough is knowing”) and then carefully tie each one into a wee little bow. They look similar to shoelaces, but we tried to make one and it’s a lot more complicated to do than a lace of a shoe.

Making these can take her anything from a few hours to a few weeks depending on how many bits of string she has…but she always has just enough which means it will take her exactly the right amount of time to do. When the very last one is tied, a full moon should be just about halfway through its climb up into the evening sky, under which she’ll sit and wait. She will whistle for the wind and wait some more…her hands like a wee cocoon around the bowties. And then, as the breeze arrives she slowly opens her hands like a flower in bloom, letting them drift off with the wind into the night skies…and one by one, with a wee bit of magic and a whole lot of moonlight they turn into fireflies…

Happy Halloween!


Tomorrow is Halloween and as you probably know that’s one of our favourite days of the year! It’s the one time when faeryfolk, human beans and monsters all get along. No one runs away screaming, No angry mobs…just some tricks and some treats ~:)

If you go out tomorrow after the sun’s gone down you are sure to see every creature and critter imaginable roaming the streets, looking for sweets and having a good old time! Well…actually not every creature and critter…you probably won’t see the wee vampires (not to be confused with big vampires like Dracula). They can’t come cause they are babysitting bat pups.  You see, this is the time of year that most bats fly off to go find a place to hibernate for the winter. The legend says if a bat is seen flying around after the break of dawn on the day after Halloween they will turn into birds, and if there’s one thing a bat does not want to be it’s a bird! Now, while most of the wee baby bat pups can fly off with their parents to their winter homes, there’s always one or two little late bloomers that can’t even flap their wings yet. This would be a very problematic time for these wee pups since all the other bats has to leave…but lucky for them there’s the Vampires. For as long as anyone can remember the Vampires has been looking after these wee bat pups during the winter months until their family wakes up around march the next year.  This is why Vampires and bats are such good friends. Many of them were raised by the Vampires so they are actually more like family.

But raising a bat pup is not an easy job. Luckily, the legend that turns bats into birds only last until the new year, but until then none of the wee pups can be taught to fly* and if you know bats you will know they are useless at walking. This means that they have to be carried everywhere they want to go, and they want to go all the time! So the poor vampires doesn’t get much sleep (Most people think wee vampires are nocturnal, but they actually love to sleep at night…it’s the pups that keeps them up all night.)

This means if you do happen to see one they’re most likely to be very tired and quite grumpy…so it’s best to avoid them! Even though they are little they do bite! But don’t worry though…it’s  not as bad as when a big vampire bites you. It’s usually a bit itchy like a mosquito bite. Also you might get a mild case of the wakeys (or sleeplessness) and you probably won’t be able to eat garlic for a week but after that you’ll be ok. but still….best to avoid them ~:)

*from the very first day of the new year bats can fly again without the fear of becoming a bird so from then they will all go to Lady Rosafae’s flying school for her special “midnight flight with batnav” classes (you can read about her school in the post below) so that they can be expert flyers by the time the other bats return.

PS…please click on the picture to see it nice and big!



We recently helped Lady Rosafae to make some posters for her school where she teaches the wee faeries and flutterbugs of the forest to fly. We also promised her that we’ll put one of these posters up on our WordPress page with the all details of her upcoming flying lessons in case anyone here wants to go, and here it is!

There is a beginners course starting this Satyrday. These lessons are tailor made for faerie babies, wee butterflies and little ladybugs (but all little flyers are welcome). There will also be a special night class for baby moths (this will include a half-hour introduction course on avoiding candles and other bright lights). There is no need to pre-book for these courses, just be at the tall oak tree at dawn (or at dusk for the night class).

There’s also an intermediate class for little birds next week but we forgot what day that is so we’ll do a twitter tweet with the details for that a bit later.

And then last, but most certainly not least…good news for all the non-flyers! We know that quite a few of our friends on here aren’t  faeryfolk and some of you might not even have wings…but don’t worry! Lady Rosafae is working on a very special class for all of you too! This will be a series of evening classes taking place just after bed time in dreamland, because as you probably know – in dreams everyone can fly ~:D These classes will be open to anyone including human beans!

We’ll let you know when and where you can enrol for these very soon. If you want to start practicing in the meantime Lady Rosafae recommends reading some bedtime book that has flyers in them…we think “Peter Pan” should be a perfect start ~:)