The Three Little Pigsies There was once a fox, who prowling by night in search of prey, came unexpectedly on a colony of pixies. Each pixy had a separate house. The first he came to was a wooden house. 'Let me in, let me in,' said the fox. 'I won't,' was the pixy's reply, 'and the door is fastened.' So the fox climbed to the top of the house, pushed it down, and made a meal of the unfortunate pixy. The next house was made of un-mortared stones.

'Let me in, let me in,' said the fox. 'I won't,' replied the pixy, 'and the door is fastened.' So the fox climbed to the top of the house, pushed it down, and made a meal of the unfortunate pixy. The third was an iron house. 'Let me in, let me in,' said the fox. 'I won't,' replied the third pixy, 'and the door is fastened.'

'But I bring good news,' said the fox. 'No, no,' answered the pixy, 'I know what you want. You shall not come in here tonight.' That house the fox tried in vain to destroy. It was too strong for him and he went away in despair. But he returned the next night and exerted all his fox-like qualities in the hope of deceiving the pixy. For some time he tried in vain, until at last he mentioned a tempting field of turnips in the neighbourhood, to which he offered to conduct the pixy - who agreed to meet him the next morning at four o'clock. But the pixy outwitted the fox, for he found his way to the field and returned laden with turnips long before the fox was out of bed. The fox was greatly vexed, and long unable to devise another scheme, until he thought of a great fair soon to be held a short way off, and proposed to the pixy that they should set off for it together at three in the morning. The pixy agreed, but the fox was again outwitted, for he was only up in time to meet the pixy returning with his fairings (purchases from the fair) - a clock, a crock and a frying pan. The pixy, who saw the fox coming, got into the crock and rolled himself down the hill; and the fox, unable to find him, abandoned the scent and went away. The pixy went home, but unfortunately forgot to fasten his door. The fox returned the next morning and, finding the door open, went in - when he caught the pixy in bed, put him in a box, and locked him in. 'Let me out,' said the pixy, 'and I will tell you a wonderful secret.' The fox was at last persuaded to lift the cover, and the pixy, corning out, threw such a spell upon him that he was compelled to enter the box in his turn - and there at last he died. (This curious story appeared in 1846 in the Athenaeum magazine. It was submitted as an example of a tale about piskies then current in the West Country. No mention was made at the time, or in subsequent letters, of its similarity to the nursery story of the three little pigs. I have found no version of the pig story until 1849, three years after this appeared, but that is not to say they do not exist. The version here has lost its punch line, since the clock and the frying pan should have a function in the story, and the 'spell' is an unsatisfactory solution. Piskieses are perhaps more likely to live in houses than pigs, and they must certainly use 'turnup' which (meaning swede) is an essential ingredient in Cornish pasties.)

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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.

 

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Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

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