"Are you posisitive you met a real elf?" Fiona asked. The sun was setting. The tow girls were on the porch, peeling carrots for a stew. Well, Elena was peeling carrrots. Fiona, on the other hand was balancing along the banaster and using the peels to teach Porridge to "Roll over and play dead".
"Of course I met a real elf! Do you think Iīd lie?" Elena said, indignant.
Fiona goaned. Here we go again "Oh, no. Itīs just the Lady Laurel is very Elf-like herself. Itīs hard to tell a difference, you see." she reassured the other girl.
"Now, Porridge. See this carrot peel? Hmmm. Do you want to have it?" The squirell eagerly sat up and wagged itīs tail. "No, Porridge, that trick is ancient. You Roll over and play Dead! The squirrel just blinked at her. "Oh you stupid thing, Roll over and play Dead! Come on, you can do that!"
"My Daddy says itīs wrong to make wild animals your pets, and teach them tricks and all that." Elena said from behind her. Fionas clenged her fists- hard. Elena, obviously not aware of the peril she was in, continued "Squirells donīt belong in the house. Theyīre no pets, theyīre wild animals- and theyīre dangerous."
Fiona turned to Elena. "Youīre just a stupid little Miss Priss, arenīt you? You donīt know ANYTHING! Porridge isnīt a pet. Heīs my friend. He tells me his secrets, and I tell him mine. I never force him to do anything, and we always understand each other. And heīs not dangerous!! I mean-" her tirade was interrupted by Rian, and ten minutes later she was again locked in her room and once again thought things were NOT going the way they should.
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