Bird laughed uproariously at the Elf, sucking his palm where the little falcon had nipped it with his claws. And the tongue-lashing given to him by good Bethberry tickled her no end. Elves in general tended to annoy the little skinchanger, and this Elf in particular had rubbed Birdie the wrong way ever since he had pulled a sword on her.
"Ha!" she jeered from her branch. "Seems that birds and arrows are better judges of character then most people 'round here, Bethberry." and Birdie began to sing and dance:
"O! What are you doing,
And when are you going?
Your horse is ill-tempered,
And you are no better!
O, tra-la-la-lally,
Down here in the Valley!"
[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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