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 it began to rain. Then it rained harder. Then it rained the kind of cold, hard, bone-soaking shower that washes the green off of an elf's clothes so she decided to go home and make sure the cap on her mushroom was keeping Rascal dry.
Of course, as soon as she saw the butterfly, Etwas wanted to go for a long ride. But still it rained and rained hard and the elf, who was also a well-studied entomologist, knew that water is no good for a butterfly's wings. So the two stood in the stable and watched the storm. A day like that makes everyone considerate and the pair watched the rocks and the plants outside the stable ponder precipitation and remember glories passed.
The elf and the butterfly stood close together for warmth and, after a while, Etwas went over to her side of the mushroom to grab the deck of cards. "Do you have any knaves?" the elf asked and the butterfly nodded back at her but held all its cards, making Etwas giggle.
The pair stayed restless but the rain stayed thorough and after a while Etwas asked Rascal, "have I ever told you the story of The Elf And The Hungry Cricket?" The pair spent their whole day playing cards and remembering stories.
And ever since then, on most days Etwas does just what she wants and on other days she does what she can.
Of course, as soon as she saw the butterfly, Etwas wanted to go for a long ride. But still it rained and rained hard and the elf, who was also a well-studied entomologist, knew that water is no good for a butterfly's wings. So the two stood in the stable and watched the storm. A day like that makes everyone considerate and the pair watched the rocks and the plants outside the stable ponder precipitation and remember glories passed.
The elf and the butterfly stood close together for warmth and, after a while, Etwas went over to her side of the mushroom to grab the deck of cards. "Do you have any knaves?" the elf asked and the butterfly nodded back at her but held all its cards, making Etwas giggle.
The pair stayed restless but the rain stayed thorough and after a while Etwas asked Rascal, "have I ever told you the story of The Elf And The Hungry Cricket?" The pair spent their whole day playing cards and remembering stories.
And ever since then, on most days Etwas does just what she wants and on other days she does what she can.
But she doesn't do art. She leaves it to those with artistic temperaments.
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