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

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.