Creative Writing: The Sprigs

Clemmie stared at Doctor Pax and nodded her head.
'The Sprigs did it.'
'The Sprigs?' He muffled a laugh as he played along with her little game.
'Yes. I first noticed them last night when I followed them to the library. Not that I saw them write the graffiti in the garden. But they leave chalk everywhere. I follow them around and collect the pieces the leave behind. They left a piece in the nursery so I put it in my pocket before the babies swallowed it. I didn’t want them to choke.'
'That was when Matron saw you?'
'Yes, but if I told her she wouldn’t understand.'
Doctor Pax hugged her. He thought about what to do next as the child believed her own story. Hmm. Then it came to him. He would call her bluff.
'Can you take me to the Sprigs?' He expected her to think of an excuse.
'I can, but they’re not happy with you.'
His mouth worked open and shut like a goldfish.

No sudden moves.'
Doctor Pax opened his eyes then blinked. He expected Shrieve to jump out and shout, 'Gotcha!'
He listened but there was no sound until...
A flutter came from the region of his left shoulder so he edged his head around. He blinked once, twice, and three times. He closed them and rubbed his eyes before he opened them again. It couldn’t be…no, not possible. He looked at Clemmie and she nodded her head.
'Umm...hello!' the doctor whispered. He was so afraid to scare them away. How could he have missed these little creatures before?
It was hard to describe the Sprigs. Babies. Fairies. Fairy-babies. All of those ticked the boxes, but they were so much more.
They were around two to three inches tall. Chubby arms and rosy cheeks. Their cobweb wings beat at over a thousand times a second as they struggled to float in the air. Were they dainty? No way! Clumsy little bodies slammed into doors and windows which made them yelp in pain.
On their heads sat little flowers. Yes, Sprigs was a good name for them.
'Do they each have names?'
'Oh, yes. This one is