Disclaimer: We own CAT-SPARROW, the sad elf, Christina, Herionna (the car), the billboard, Firthuliel, Nilturiel, Vebrion, and the UPS guy. Not UPS. Not Pirates. Not Monty Python. Not lotr. We do own the evil frogs, the aliens and Frog-Who-Cannot-Be-Named.
Chapter 22 The Return of CAT-SPARROW and the Sad Elf
"Where are we going?" the sad elf asked. He got no answer from CAT-SPARROW, even though the cat could talk. "I wish I had my trampoline." He thought to himself. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he remembered all of the good times he had with the trampoline.
CAT-SPARROW rolled his cat eyes. "What are you crying about now?"
"I miss my trampoline!" he wailed. Minutes later he had stopped crying. They came across a car in the field they were in.
"Hello, old woman!" CAT-SPARROW said.
Christina turned around. "I'm 17."
"What?"
"I'm 17, I'm not old." Christina replied.
"Sorry, well I couldn't just call you woman."
"You could have said Christina."
"I didn't know you were called Christina."
"Well you didn't bother to find out now did you?" Christina huffed.
"Look, I said sorry about the old woman."
"What do you want?" Christina said grouchily.
The elf had been searching through his bag for his best brush and discovered he had left it at home. He started crying again. 'What is it this time?" CAT-SPARROW demanded.
"I left my best brush at home. Now I can't fix my hair," he said between sobs.
CAT-SPARROW turned back to Christina. We are trying to get to Firthuliel's house because one of her friends has stolen his horse." CAT-SPARROW said and pointed to the elf who had just stopped crying.
"It's straight ahead. Don't wander from the path or else the frogs will get you…" She stopped talking because she knew that they were already too far ahead to listen.