Katrina went to open the door to look in on her son.  It was hard to believe that an hour ago a dreadful battle took place.  Now the place was still and quiet.  The horrible aura of fear had been lifted.

It was quiet, but Katrina could hear tiny voices like bells.

She opened the door a crack.

Demitri, Tomo and Cee were still asleep. At the other end of the bed, in a puddle of moonlight, the brownies were having a quilting bee.

They were about 10 cm high.  They had nut brown skin and short ruffled brown hair.  Their clothes were a stange mixture of candy wrappers and discarded gloves. Their faces and hands were impossibly delicate.  The needles they used were no thicker than a hair.  The thread was invisible to Katrina's eyes.

They sang and laughed as they worked.  In and out went the little needles.  The tears in the quilt were mended as if by magic.  Maybe it was magic.

Katrina decided that she and Demitri would have to visit her grandmother soon.

First, she had to make some clothing for the brownies.  It was the traditional thing to do.