Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of green grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she came up over a hilltop and down in the valley below, she saw a puffin cleaning its feathers. Etwas bounded down to say hello when a clatch of budgies gathered around the puffin and bowed.
Another cohort of budgies landed around the puffin and anointed the larger bird with oil. Then another landed and coated the puffin with wax. The glistening, noble bird flapped its wings but went nowhere. Then it went to the water and tried to fish but couldn't break the surface. Finally, the puffin called out a tirade of profanity that melted the wax and dispersed the oil.
And ever since then, Etwas tries to remember that puffins and paraffin don't mix.
Another cohort of budgies landed around the puffin and anointed the larger bird with oil. Then another landed and coated the puffin with wax. The glistening, noble bird flapped its wings but went nowhere. Then it went to the water and tried to fish but couldn't break the surface. Finally, the puffin called out a tirade of profanity that melted the wax and dispersed the oil.
And ever since then, Etwas tries to remember that puffins and paraffin don't mix.
The next day Etwas noticed the cohort of budgies had once again coated the puffin with wax. The elf remembered the noble bird's tirade from the day before.
ReplyDeleteEtwas also remembered she would rather be running around the stems of tall flowers than listening to a puffin's profanity, so she put her fingers in her ears and did just that.
A fine ending.
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