Secret Boutique

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Marian. Marian lived in front of a big forest in a big house with a magnificent garden of flowers. She had a little spot at the back of the garden where she would sit and write her novels and drink tay and ate some chocolates that her chocolate taster friend Paul would send to her upon his approval. One day Marian became tired of writing and drinking tay and ating chocolate and decided to go for a walk. She wandered into the forest which was largely shared with no one. Essentially her very own forest. 'Oh t'is a lovely day for a walk and it's fabliss in here.' she'd say, stepping over a mossy log as the damp wood smell floated through the air in a light breeze. She got far enough and decided to go back. 'Himself will be back from his climbing soon.'
                As she turned to go back, she heard a noise off in the distance. 'TAP TAP TAP, BANG BANG BANG.' She decided to follow the noise and indulge her inquisitive nature. She came to a large hedge and heard the noise coming from behind it. There seemed a great commotion going on altogether. She spotted a gap in the hedge and looked through. 'Lord bless us and save us, I've never seen antin like it!' she exclaimed. There, through the hedge, was a Hoblet and a load of Hairies. Hoblets were little men with beards and long hair and they wore the fetchest bright beautiful tailored clothes. They had cross faces but nobody really knew if they were cross or not. Nobody had talked to one. Hairies, now, these were qware lookin' altogether. They were small flying men with hair all over. They too had lovely tailered clolourful clothes and that is exactly what was going on here. They were all making clothes! Very small clothes but beautiful clothes. The Hairies were flying around with shirts and trousers and folding and pressing and pinning. The Hoblet hammered away at the sole of a shoe. 'BANG BANG BANG.' Marian's mouth began to water at the sight of this shoe. It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. It was a navy blue stiletto and had
 a lace bow on top. She couldn't help herself and almost by force of habit she said 'excuse me do you have that in a size...' but before she could finish, about a hundred Hairies flew out and picked here up.
                They put her down in front of the Hoblet and got back to work. The Hoblet was like the designer and the Hairies were the tailors. The Hoblet looked up at Marian for a moment before saying 'So, you want me to make you a shoe in your size? Is that right?' 'Well.' replied Marian 'Yes but I would require two, as I have two feet just like you.' The Hoblet looked at her and began to laugh. 'I don't have Hoblet or Hairy currency though.' she went on 'I do have some chocolates my friend Paul gets for me. He's my dealer.' She handed the Hoblet a chocolate from her pocket which she'd taken on the walk for fear of hunger on the way and gestured him to eat it. He took a bite and his eyes widened. His feet tapped and he jumped up and let out a yelp much to the annoyance of the Hairies whom he startled. 'I will make you anything you like anytime you like, if you can pay me with these everytime.' he said excitedly to Marian like he'd just thought of a new business venture for his boss. 'Deal.' replied Marian. He made her up her beautiful stilletos and a new pair of brown boots for the coming seasons. 'You just cannot get anything this nice in shops.' Marian thought to herself. 'She thanked the Hoblet and the Hairies and she went on her ferry merry way.
                    Every week there after, upon arrival of Paul's favourite chocolates, she'd set off to her favourite boutique in the forest. The Hoblet made her coats and bags and gloves and scarves. She was the most stylish woman. She'd sit at the spot in her garden writing and looking absolutely fabliss in her gorgeous new attire.
She found out too, that Hoblets have fashion seasons just like us and you know why Hoblet women are never seen? Because they are the Anna Wintours of Hoblets and they are off in other forest fashion capitals finding new trends. Marian even became a cover girl on one of their magazines and goes to all the fashion shows. She's high society in the Hoblet world. Her wardrobe grew and everyone wanted to know where she got the magnificent clothes. She'd simply tell them that she got them in a gorgeous boutique that's now closed down called 'Hoblet and Hairies.' She couldn't give away the BEST SECRET EVER?