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Page 8 of 8A merry old innBaughb’s feet flew across the forest floor, and he couldn’t help wonder if he was more intent on saving Filis or getting out of Dodge. There was something about living among elves. He had been born an elf, raised an elf, and spent most of his life as an elf. After he fell through a faerie gate, he had struggled with all his might to retun to the world of elves. There was no other life for him but an elf life. But living in other worlds had broadened his horizons considerably. And now the familiar became tedious. Traditions lost their luster. The world he had once pined for seemed to him now a never-ending renaissance festival. He loved his fellow elves, but he still felt like a tourist, a dumpy fellow in an Hawaiian shirt, with a camera around his neck and a cigarette in his mouth. He waved at the children outside a small red elf schoolhouse, as he sprinted through the next clearing. They recognized the floppy-hatted hero from the storybooks, and ran along with him until he disappeared into the forest, again. Don’t worry, he wanted to tell them, I’ll be back. He slid down a small rock slope and ran past a purple waterfall and made it to the northern edge of the forest by evening time.
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