Harlon sat, leaning back on one of huge trees. He sighed, his stomach growling. Groaning, Harlon threw his hat. A strange jingle sound as it hit the ground."Not a single enertained soul, except Nurhive. Oi !" The Fool thought.
Standing up, he pondered his next act. Silently he moved about, mouthing words to an invisible audience. Other elves stood and watched usual antics of Harlon. He tripped over an invisble object. Harlon struggle to unstick himself from something non-existent. Biting his sleeve, Harlon ripped himself from the ground. Making sure he stamped his foot on the scrap of clothing.
Some children aplauded, begging their parents to give Harlon food or money. His stomach finally satisfied, Harlon left the scene.
[ December 29, 2002: Message edited by: Morai ]
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