This book is a daily chronicle of wandering elf events... better known as, elfvents amongst the learned knowers who persist in the knowing of such things.
"Wait!" cried Fred. "It's all a plot! To make us happy with what we've got! If we all surrender to his confection our characters will be without protection!"
"Avast!" roared Troll, his hook in the jar. "Just who the devil ye think ye are?" "Yes," cooed Barbie, "this candy's delicious. This MOST person fulfilled all our wishes!"
"You don't understand! He works for the writers!" "Posh," mumbled Lady R through her éclair "Someone so generous wouldn't work for those blighters" "I agree," said Sykes. "I say, old boy be fair."
"Anna, Mabel - won't somebody listen?" Rob still eating jujubes had started to glisten The rest of the band was stuffed to the chin Fred was the only vinegarin* *Never ate sweets
Elf decided to let them have fun He'd first have a shower and then take a run At fighting the writers and when he was done ". . . wait a minute . . . 'later, gator' He'd heard that before One of the writers - he was sure! Elf nodded his head, opening the shower door Down came the bucket and his head was sore
"Fred's right, it's a trick!" But no one heard MOST grinned at Elf's discouraging word Mission accomplished. Characters distracted Now @silenttomorrows could get the new contracts enacted
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