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Date published: 10/24/2002

YOUTH CORRESPONDENT

A classic field trip staple is a bag of the Pixie Stix. Delightful grains in a striped tube, colored to convey the flavor within. Delicious on its own and doubly delightful when mixed with Mountain Dew by a 13-year-old looking for a "rush."

The taste, of course, is divine. "But what about the smell?" I asked myself. I proceeded to conduct an experiment to determine the smell of the Pixie Stick.

From the bag of assorted paper tubes, I selected a "red" flavored stick. To test its smell, I first held the tube of Pixie beneath my nose and inhaled. I couldn't smell a thing.

I decided that the best way to smell the stick was to get straight to the source. I gently tore the top from my little stick and let it fall to the floor. I took precaution as I first inspected the scent of the raw Pixie--I held the treat a few inches from my face and wafted its scent toward my nose.

Unable to detect any distinctive odor, I brought the tube within a few inches of my nostrils and inhaled. I could still smell nothing. I then placed the stick directly below my right nostril and inhaled hard.

All I could smell was burning, burning, burning. The initial shock of the flames I felt in my nose caused me to drop the tube, which promptly exploded its red contents over my bare feet. "WHY?" I screamed.

As my eyes began to water, I choked out to the Pixies: "WHY HAVE THOU CURS'D ME SO?"

I simply could not understand why the beloved Pixies would bring me pain, in the form of fiery nostrils. They were such lovely people, dressed in darling ivy, leaves and burlap. They spent their days working diligently to concoct delicious treats for their mortal friends, and their nights betting on leprechaun boxing.

I then realized my mistake. It was an old Pixie moral. The stix of Pixie are meant to be tasted, not smelled! Much like ointment is to be rubbed and not devoured, Pixie Stix are made to be enjoyed with thine mouth, not thine snout.

With the perplexing Pixie puzzle solved, I cracked open another stick and enjoyed.

Here's to you, Pixies.

ERIC MARTH is a freshman at Mary Washington College.



Date published: 10/24/2002



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