Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Little Village of the Little People

It was a time of great confusion, the creatures were panicked and angry. An anger that had been festering for quite some time until it just burst out. You see the elves that worked for "Santa" were angry because one of the elves who had been bad and who was given a time out was killed by a stray jaw breaker. So all the other elves took up arms, broke up "Santa"`s work shop and the little village they lived in. Of course there were elves that were very loyal to "Santa", so they took up arms from his side. When all of this was happening, there were the ogres who protected this village from other villagers trying to keep the peace between EAS (elves against Santa) and EWS (elves with Santa).

What EAS and EWS did not know was that behind all of this was a group of leprechauns who were very greedy and the monthly income "Santa" was giving them was just not enough to quench their thirst.

So they took the chance, "a time to get rid of Santa" they agreed but there was a problem who was going to be the next "Santa"? All the leprechauns were equally greedy so they decided that none of them could be "Santa" but since they needed a good little "Santa" they called Pinocchio a young and eager puppet who just wanted to become a real boy.

As fate helped and with the added effect of the leprechauns and their unbelievable level of cunning and well gold, the elves "decided" that Pinocchio was to be made the next "Santa". The elves also "decided" that instead of giving "Santa" all the power of making toys, they will also get to "choose" which toys to be made and which toys were dangerous. So they again chose a few among the EWS and EAS (by this time even if the names stayed the same, the meaning had totally changed) to represent all elves, the leprechauns who had the ability to change their shape and features, blended in the crowd of elves, and hoisted themselves into the "chamber of choices".

In the dark, the many leprechauns grinned their evil grin, even then tasting the gold.

To be continued...



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