Merry Elf

Elf was a bit taciturn.

You’re not yourself, his wife Ana said. It was what she always said. She was right, in a way.

He roused himself from his mood and said, Why don’t we take tomorrow off and do something different?

You won’t be happy if we do.

I will. I promise.

What would we do?

We have two choices.


We can go to town or to the country.

They lived in a suburban glade at the edge of a small forest of second-growth oak. They were not very well-to-do elves but they had their magic.

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