Trixie, the misshapen dachshund, was darling

Trixie, the misshapen dachshund, was darling even though
she had a tendency to set things on fire just by looking at them. Truthfully, she was a big problem, but an adorable one, and so John decided he couldn't just cast her out...
She was small, almost pixie like, but pixies were not creatures of fire. perhaps a cross breed. He stared ahead blankly. After a time he made his decision, he would....
just have to ask her. "Excuse me," he said, "But I can't help noticing your eerie fire-creation powers. Are you some sort of magical creature?" "Funny you should ask," she replied
, though I didn't find it incredibly funny. I looked the elf over - one hand held a fireball, and the other...my nuts. Putting two and two together wasn't too difficult. Suddenly,
the Elf King sounded his trumpet, and all the elves stood at attention. I scooped up my nuts when the elf dropped them to salute, and my magical cat Buttercup and I ran f
latulently into the forest. The Elf King's eyes narrowed on the elves, and bellowed, "WHO CUT THE CHEESE?" As I ran, I popped one nut in my mouth and another in that of Buttercup.
But the Buttercup was so butter-ish that it slipped through my hand and broke in the floor. I was in problem. The king just managed to
cut his own throat with a bowling pin. I had no idea how to get myself out of these stupid situation. And then it came to me" I'll write something on Folding Story as an aliby"
, but that wouldn't be enough for them, no, they wanted more! I ran to the nearest cinema and bought a ticked to see "Never Say Never", at least now I'll have a bit of peace.

Started: 2011-04-20 19:10:05
Finished: 2011-04-23 18:18:10

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