"As we turned to leave, I noticed that the elves seemed agitated. At the door, I looked back to see several of them trying gently to keep the old man in his bed. Color had temporarily filled his cheeks, and he struggled to his feet. Grinning impishly, he motioned for silence and then bent to elf-ear level. He whispered, 'Boys, we're back.' The little men looked mortified."
-Red Ranger Came Calling by Berkeley Breathed
And a very Merry Christmas to everyone who has bothered to read my humble musings this fall!
