Etwas the Elf

Etwas the Elf
Our heroine, photo by Maia Ycot

Sunday, October 23, 2011

The elf and her found poetry

Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when a flock of geese flew above her head.  "Woo-wee!" Etwas shouted as she held her hands wide and behind her and ran beneath the the flock making her own V.

"I can do better than this," the little Elf thought to herself.

She ran back to her mushroom and around back to the stable she'd carved into the stem.  The elf jumped on her butterfly's back.  "Up up, Rascal!" she called.

She flew over to the blackberry brush and covered herself and Rascal's tail in sticky black sugar and then flew into the meadow where the cows graze.  Soon she was being followed by a trail of emerald flies.

"Now stop!  Whoa!" she cried, pulling back on Rascal's antennae.

"Now Right!" pulling only the right antenna.

"Now back!"

Soon, Etwas was flying across the sky at the head of an orange and emerald "E."

And ever since then, the best Elvin letters go by airmail.


  1. Hi-yo! And a grand orange and emerald "E" it is, at that.