pixy

But the pixy never came back to help him with his grain, or to thank him for the suit of clothes either.

He seemed to have made his appearance suddenly, like a pixy child, and to have vanished back into Fairyland.

That's the story of river Tavy and its cleave; not all of it by any means, but the pixy grandmother did not know any more.

Last of all came a pixy in a little suit of clothes, so the farmer knew he must be the one who had threshed out the grain.