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 she ran into a big rock.
"Howdy, Mr. Rock!" Etwas greeted the stone.
"Hello, Etwas," said the big rock.
"Watcha doin'?" Etwas asked.
"Not much," the boulder answered. "You?"
"Running around, mostly. Forests of grass, canopies of clover. That sort of thing."
"You know what I'd really like really like to do?"
"What's that?"
"Stretch! I've always wanted to yawn and stretch."
"I get it!" Etwas chirped. "I've always wanted to spend a day sitting around on the ground."
And ever since then, Elves and rocks are more ambitious together than separately.
*Cowritten with Stevie Elfsmoosher
"Howdy, Mr. Rock!" Etwas greeted the stone.
"Hello, Etwas," said the big rock.
"Watcha doin'?" Etwas asked.
"Not much," the boulder answered. "You?"
"Running around, mostly. Forests of grass, canopies of clover. That sort of thing."
"You know what I'd really like really like to do?"
"What's that?"
"Stretch! I've always wanted to yawn and stretch."
"I get it!" Etwas chirped. "I've always wanted to spend a day sitting around on the ground."
And ever since then, Elves and rocks are more ambitious together than separately.
*Cowritten with Stevie Elfsmoosher
Stevie Elfsmoosher should cowrite more often. I've always wanted to spend a day sitting around on the ground, too.
ReplyDeleteHe's a fine imagineer. Who would have thought of Etwas running into a big rock?
ReplyDeleteMaybe Eamon?
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