Twelve faeries of more or less equal size bore the bier, and they waited while another dozen brownies hammered at the doorway to widen the exit.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

He woke as she was considering these things, and blinked at her, and then at the faeries, all attired for war, and turned on his side and went back to sleep.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

It took a long time to prepare the feast, though they had more and more help, as more faeries popped up in the room, some of whom were better sized for the work.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

People saw them for what they were, a hundred and two faeries and a dead boy proceeding down the hall with harps and flutes, crowded in the service elevator with fiddles and lutes, marching out of the hospital with drums.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

The faeries vanished before his eye could even register them, but the cheese stayed behind, stacked in sandwiches on the dresser and the windowsill, wedged in the light fixtures and stuck to the bulletin board with pins, piled in the sink and scattered on the floor.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

She saw paper stars hanging from the ceiling, and cards and posters on the wall, and a homey bedspread upon the mattress, but faeries had come to carpet the room with grass, to pave the walls with stone and set them with jewels, and to blow a cover of clouds to hide the horrible suspended ceiling.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast