[last lines]
Willie the Squeak:
[as the younger pixies, fairies and leprechauns surround The Ancient under their home oak tree in having seen young Sheila off in the distance]
Ancient one, why can't I see the three old men?
The Ancient:
Well, they can't see you either. You see, Willie, the little girl is only seven, and the three old men, who are souls, have reached the age of reason. Anyway, I win the golden acorns.
Willie the Squeak:
[as he dumps the acorns out of his bag in front of The Ancient]
I'll never, never, as long as I live, disbelieve in the humans again.
The Ancient:
Now run along, children. Run along. Goodbye. Goodbye.
The Ancient:
[to the camera]
Goodbye. God sit on your pillow.
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