Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of tall grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she heard the feet of mice thundering down the meadow towards her. Etwas listened carefully to the drumming and calculated that soon her clearing would be invaded by four or five unpulled tails. "Yee-haw!" she thought to herself.
But the mice, when they finally did arrive, were in no mood for Etwas' games. They dashed around rabidly, digging holes, snapping at daisy-petals and leaping at lightning bugs. Etwas jumped onto the nose of the angriest mouse and observed "you should be playing." She jumped onto the mad mouse's head then onto her back and then fell on her tail and surfed.
"There's no time for that!" peep-growled the biggest mouse. "We have a party in the carnation field in 20 minutes and we need to decorate, build escape routes and herd these darn lightning bugs over the dance floor!"
And ever since then, Etwas only goes to parties where the lighting brings itself.
But the mice, when they finally did arrive, were in no mood for Etwas' games. They dashed around rabidly, digging holes, snapping at daisy-petals and leaping at lightning bugs. Etwas jumped onto the nose of the angriest mouse and observed "you should be playing." She jumped onto the mad mouse's head then onto her back and then fell on her tail and surfed.
"There's no time for that!" peep-growled the biggest mouse. "We have a party in the carnation field in 20 minutes and we need to decorate, build escape routes and herd these darn lightning bugs over the dance floor!"
And ever since then, Etwas only goes to parties where the lighting brings itself.
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