Etwas the Elf

Etwas the Elf
Our heroine, photo by Maia Ycot

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Etwas and the sheep rodeo

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 found herself looking down at a valley pasture full of sheep on a rainy and windy day.  She sprinted down the hill and ran up to the lead ewe.   

Etwas jumped on its back and cuddled herself into the wool.  It was nice and warm and she started to fall asleep when she thought about the opportunity presented by a whole herd of sheep.  She plucked a long strand of wool and tied her tiny metal knife to the end.  Then she climbed up onto the ewe's head and swung the knife in a circle.  Faster and faster it spun and the strand of wool began to whir.

In the distance, lightning stuck a hilltop and the reflection from the knife looked like a halo of sparks to the ewe who took flight, bucking and jumping as she ran.  Etwas grabbed two fistfuls of head wool and rode the wild sheep.  

Within moments the other sheep were ready to credit the ewe with an iron temperament.  If she was scared, it must be for a better reason than a bronc-busting, rope twirling elf.  They ran too and soon the flock was covering the pasture in kicked mud and muck and shed hair.  Etwas jumped from one sheep to the next, twirling her noisemaker.  "Yee-haw!" she yelled as she did a blackflip from one sheep's rump to the head of the frightened ram behind it.

"Yickety-yi!" she yelled as a gust pulled her from the ear of a lamb and blew her under the chest of another ewe.  The sheep stampeded and the little elf jump and bounced and twirled her lariat for hours until the cold and the rain made her shiver.  Then she did crawl into the warm wool of a young lamb and caught up on some sleep.

And ever since then, the wisdom of the elves records that every opportunity is a choice and every choice an opportunity and the wise elven adventurer chooses the cozy nap first.

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