The Last Footsies

There are no fairies at the bottom of my garden. I have something much more exciting. The last tribe of Footsies have taken refuge in my garden after their raft was destroyed in the rapids when they passed my home. they were searching for a new home where they would not be constantly hounded by humans and their dogs. They are only small, nocturnal creatures, hardly taller than my knee height bur amazingly, they have no arms. They have large round eyes in a moonlike face and and are the kindest beings. Who would want to hurt them? I rescued them and offered them a new home at the bottom of my garden where they will not be disturbed. How long they will they stay, I know not.