"Hmm." said Becky as she gazed at the list, "I need pointy ears." she bent
down and knocked on the large box.
"Legolas! You know where I can get some pointy ears?"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"Not yours! I have strict orders not to take yours." a whimper is heard in the box, "Or Pippens!" and with the last comment the whimper stopped.
Suddenly as Becky looked up again she saw a large mob of children and an old librarian walking through the woods with torches and pitch forks.
"Come on children, we have to help her get the ears or this story will never end and I don't get to go home from you little brats. Anyone see an elf?" said the librarian.
"There's one!" shouted a small child!" the child was pointing to none other than Patwin, the evil elf of insecurity. He was small and rocking in a fetal position.
"GET HIM!" shouted another child and the mob of children raced after the elf who, in fear, covered his head and shivered. The wave of children washed over him and shrieks of pain were heard until finally the mob turned back to the old woman.
"I got them!" said one child.
"Does she need a nose too?" asked another.
"Or a leg?"
"Or an eye?"
"No, no, just the ears. Leave those and any other body parts you all ripped off there," said the woman and the child with the ears chunked the ears at Becky's feet and they all disappeared into the bushes again.
"Hey! Ears! How Convenient " said Becky as she placed them in the box and scratched it off the list.
"Legolas! You know where I can get some pointy ears?"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"Not yours! I have strict orders not to take yours." a whimper is heard in the box, "Or Pippens!" and with the last comment the whimper stopped.
Suddenly as Becky looked up again she saw a large mob of children and an old librarian walking through the woods with torches and pitch forks.
"Come on children, we have to help her get the ears or this story will never end and I don't get to go home from you little brats. Anyone see an elf?" said the librarian.
"There's one!" shouted a small child!" the child was pointing to none other than Patwin, the evil elf of insecurity. He was small and rocking in a fetal position.
"GET HIM!" shouted another child and the mob of children raced after the elf who, in fear, covered his head and shivered. The wave of children washed over him and shrieks of pain were heard until finally the mob turned back to the old woman.
"I got them!" said one child.
"Does she need a nose too?" asked another.
"Or a leg?"
"Or an eye?"
"No, no, just the ears. Leave those and any other body parts you all ripped off there," said the woman and the child with the ears chunked the ears at Becky's feet and they all disappeared into the bushes again.
"Hey! Ears! How Convenient " said Becky as she placed them in the box and scratched it off the list.