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Dec. 17th, 2016 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gredya[elfwarning]
Gredya had been working on a note of her own when Saint Claws appears. She recognizes him instantly, of course, having been Doing Research; she watches him with narrowed suspicious eyes. And when he's gone she checks his letter. With, again, narrowed suspicious eyes.
Well.
She's worked this hard on her own letter, so she's going to post it anyway.
THERE ARE TOO MANY ELFS.
Nothing hunts them. More come if you kill them. It will be like rabbits with no hunters.
They go away if you are nice.
Give the elfs food.
Say please. Say thank you. Say good morning. Say your dress is very pretty.
Get cats out of trees.
Carry heavy things for old people.
Get children out of fires.
Put water on flowers.
This is the point at which she gets tired of paraphrasing from the book she'd gotten from Bar, something with nice pictures of nice people doing nice things. Very little of it seems to apply to Milliways. Where are all the old ladies who need to cross busy streets?
People will just have to work the rest out for themselves. Gredya pins the note to the board, puts the book in a plastic bag and pins that up too so people can do their own research, and then adds one more line at the bottom of the note.
MAKE THE ELFS GO AWAY. PLEASE.
When she adds that last word, an elf doll somewhere goes home.
Gredya had been working on a note of her own when Saint Claws appears. She recognizes him instantly, of course, having been Doing Research; she watches him with narrowed suspicious eyes. And when he's gone she checks his letter. With, again, narrowed suspicious eyes.
Well.
She's worked this hard on her own letter, so she's going to post it anyway.
Nothing hunts them. More come if you kill them. It will be like rabbits with no hunters.
They go away if you are nice.
Give the elfs food.
Say please. Say thank you. Say good morning. Say your dress is very pretty.
Get cats out of trees.
Carry heavy things for old people.
Get children out of fires.
Put water on flowers.
This is the point at which she gets tired of paraphrasing from the book she'd gotten from Bar, something with nice pictures of nice people doing nice things. Very little of it seems to apply to Milliways. Where are all the old ladies who need to cross busy streets?
People will just have to work the rest out for themselves. Gredya pins the note to the board, puts the book in a plastic bag and pins that up too so people can do their own research, and then adds one more line at the bottom of the note.
When she adds that last word, an elf doll somewhere goes home.
