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.
"Zowie!" Elf happily exclaimed. "That's one snazzy look'n time machine! Look at those legs, and the top, and the fins. Look at the way that paint job gleams!"
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Troll sauntered around the shiny blue contraption. He kicked its tires and reached for the fuse. Just as he was about to touch it, He jumped back and stammered... " That amfibia-crumb ain't noth'n but a flim-flammer! A piece of tarp painted to look like a time machine. This d-dang thing is a ruse! He's a cheat! Not a king!"
Elf reached up and pulled down the tarp. As the truth was revealed, The gang reeled back And a general screech was heard As far away as Kodiak.
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" What in the Sam Hill is that thing? " Troll sneered. " It's an abomination! "
Sykes entered the cleft behind the tarp. Those who had ears heard him weedle and shout.
A muffled, tinny whine was the only retort... "I am, too, a time machine! maybe not the newest But I'll be the most true-bluest!
Come on, folks, Give me a chance, Let me show you how this old washtub can dance.
If you let me lead you into future or past I promise! It'll be a blast."
Sarah muscled her way to the front - " Hey there, Tub... Here's the rub.. Can you tell me how We can nab a cow?
Not a recent cow... A cow from my past. And while we're at it, Can we stop off, in Cairo And borrow Cleo's asp? "
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