An elf sat with a skald in the middle of a faerie ring. “Tell me a tale to make me weep, and you shall go free,” the elf said with a twinkle. “Fail, and you stay here until you die.”
“Then here I shall stay,” the skald sighed. He looked sadly at the sky and said, “Fine weather today, isn’t it?”
The elf frowned, and thought. And thought. And then began to cry.
“Then here I shall stay,” the skald sighed. He looked sadly at the sky and said, “Fine weather today, isn’t it?”
The elf frowned, and thought. And thought. And then began to cry.
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