Are you ready? Elves! Elves, I say! Yes, Elves!
''Oh, no,' cries the Princess, 'we escaped from Trolls, and now we're
among the Elves. Not again!'
'We whirl back to the narrow tunnel. We must escape. From the tunnel
rush more Elves. They're the ones who sneaked up on us and shrieked
'We gotcha.' My goodness, they sure gotcha'd us. We're surrounded!
'Standing back to back, we raise our clubs, ready to protect ourselves
against attack. I must say, though, Elves are not at all like Trolls. These
Elves don't look fierce, as Trolls do, nor do they look like they would
really want to fight with us, or with anyone.
'Out of the crowd near the black box steps an old, old Elf. Stooped over,
he leans on a cane. Slowly, he comes closer, peering at the Princess
through tiny eyeglasses perched on the tip of his nose. He points his
cane at her.
'Who are you?' he wheezes.
'I am the Princess,' replies the Princess and points to you and me. 'These
are my friends,' she says, 'who have come to take me back to the King
and the Queen who are my father and mother who love me very much
and whom I love very much.
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