Chapter Three: Little Elves, Big Problems
There was a knock on Sky's door the following morning. Groaning, Sky felt a large pain on his spine. Getting out of the wooden-board-called-a-bed he reached around his back and plucked a nail off him.
"Ouch. Sleeping on wood should be…like…illegal!" He muttered.
The knocks continued. Sky hurried over to the door and opened it before the entire shack fell down.
Before him stood Celia. "Hi, Sky! I like rhymes." She said, blushing a little bit as Sky stared at her. "Uhh…can I help you?"
"No, but I can help you. I'm here representing…myself! To sell you some beautiful cabbages and carrots. Please, take your pick." She held up a basket full of vegetables.
"Uhh…sure…I'll have some carrots." He reached his hand out for the basket, but Celia suddenly held it away. "Oh no, these are my vegetables. You can have the seeds." She looked down at the basket, and began to mutter to herself. "Right, he wants seeds. Seeds are good, yes." She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Here are your seeds. Have a nice day. It was nice seeing you." Then Celia turned around and literally ran right out off the farm.
Sky looked at the seeds in his hands, then back at Celia. "What the heck am I supposed to do with these?" He shouted, waving his hand in the air. To his satisfaction, he managed to scare away every single bird within miles.
Sighing, Sky figured he might as well get up and go back to work. Being on a farm, his work was 24-7. No breaks for him, none at all, what did he do to deserve this?
He passed through the barn and out into the open dung-filled field. Sky took the pointy knife out of his pocket, which was actually called a scythe. Holding it up, he began to kill the grass.
Swish, swish, swish, more grass fell to the ground.
"This is fun!" Sky said, and he proceeded to kill every single blade of grass he could see. While he was at it, he started to do designs. Soon he had a large ancient Egyptian hieroglyph in his yard. By killing the grass at the exact angle, in a certain design, he could become an artist.
Sky looked at the huge piles of dead grass that lay behind him. A little light bulb appeared on top of Sky's head and he began to gather all the grass and shoved it into a small storage place in the barn. Then he took another small pile and threw it in Betsy's food bin.
"Thanks a lot. Moo." Betsy said, swishing her tail back and forth.
"Hey, I have fun, you get food, everyone wins." He said, wiping off his head and heading back outside.
He decided to take the rest of the day off and go to town. He began his long and perilous hike down the merciless and annoying hill and made his way to the Blue Bar.
Inside, Griffin was cleaning some glasses and the strange man with a pointy green hat was inside.
"Hey guys." Sky said as he sat down.
"Hello there, Sky, the beauty of today shines upon us." The man (who had the weird name of Gustafa) said in a sing-song voice.
"Hey, Sky, what can I do for you today?" Griffin asked.
"Just hand me a drink." Sky said, slouching down on the table.
As he was on his second glass, Muffy came down from her room.
"Hey! It's the dopey farm boy!" She said and laughed.
"I'm not DOPEY!" Sky yelled.
"Prove it."
Sky stood up and showed off his manly muscles. "I plow fields, milk cows, and own a motorcycle." He said very cool-like.
"Yep, like I said, dopey." Muffy said, folding her arms.
"Then how can I not be dopey."
"A real man likes flowers! Just like a real woman!" Muffy said.
"I like flowers!" Sky immediately said.
"Sure you do. And so I supposed the stomped on, ripped up, and trampled flowers in front of your farm are not yours?" She said.
Sky was furious. No one was supposed to know about that!
"Well, when you get to become a real man, let me know and I'll give you a free dinner here at the bar." Muffy said and left.
He stayed at the bar for quite a few hours, and then walked over and kicked rocks at the giant turtle in the pond until dusk came. He was stupid, and forgot to bring a flashlight. So, with the little light he had, he made his way back up to his farm.
As he was at the entrance to his farm, he heard voices.
"Hey, there he is!"
"Ah, he's little like us!"
"Should we kill him?"
"No, let's help him!"
Sky paused, not moving. "Ah! There are voices in my head!" He hit himself on the skull, trying to get the voices out.
"No, stupid! We're below you."
Sky looked down at his feet and saw three little people. They had pointy ears and strange clothes.
"Ohh! Elves! From the North Pole, right?"
"Wrong!" One of them said. "Were do people come up with this stuff! Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Nik…"
"I'm Nak!"
"And I'm Flak!"
"We're Harvest Sprites!" Nik said.
"Harvest…WHAT? You guys look like elves to me." Said Sky.
"Well we aren't, get that through your think skull! We are Harvest Sprites. We were just minding our own business we looked at your farm. I have to admit, I have never seen such a sorrier sight. It was so depressingly pathetic, that we had to look away."
"Hey! That's my farm you're talking about!" Sky said, defending his pathetic farm.
"That's our point. This can't go on. Your farm is a disgrace to this entire valley!" Nik said.
"Normally we would send a tornado to wipe your farm off the face of the earth, but instead we are forgiving and we are going to help you." Flak said.
"Well, thanks a lot."
"But in order for this to work, you have to work with us!" Nak said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Good, now take this." Nik said. All three of them pushed a feather towards Sky's feet. The feather was nearly three times there size, and was pure blue.
"What is this?" asked Sky, picking the feather up.
"It is a Blue Feather!" Flak said.
"Give it to a girl…"
"And it will be like proposing!" Nak finished.
"Proposing…to a girl? Eww!"
"Look, in order to save your farm you have to marry a girl, and within a year." Nik said.
"But…I don't want to!" Sky said, throwing the feather down.
"Would you prefer the alternative?" Nik said, his eyes suddenly glowing red.
Sky immediately picked up the feather again. "Okay, okay, so I have to marry someone. As disgusting as this sounds, who am I supposed to marry?"
"According to our calculations, you can marry either Nami, Celia, or Muffy."
"But those are the ugliest girls in the town!"
"Well, you aren't a pretty sight either." Flak commented.
"Hey, stop giving me flak!"
"I don't think you understand, Sky." Nik said, taking a step forward.
"If you do not do this, you will die. We will hunt you down. You can hide, but we will find you. You can run, but we will beat you. We do not show mercy, we do not show pity or remorse, we—"
"Whoa, whoa! Okay! I get the picture! No need to get violent!" Sky said, taking a step backward. He could not move his eyes away from their miniature bodies.
"I'm glad you understand." Nik said, retreating a bit.
"Well, our job is done. Let's go shoot ourselves out of a volcano!" Nak said.
"Yeah!" Flak said.
Suddenly the wind picked up and a small dust devil appeared. Nik, Nak, and Flak, jumped into the dust devil and disappeared.
Sky picked up the Blue Feather. "That was really weird." He muttered.