Explanation: What Elves Look Like
Over at Geoffrey Chaucer's, Katherine Swynford has been guest-blogging, which a delight in itself, and she tells us of a Horrible Incident which happened while she and the kids were out picking strawberries:
Everybody knows, she says, that you must NEVER pick all the berries off a plant, cause if you do, the elves will get you;* before she could stop him, little Henry had taken all the berries off a plant, and sure enough, an elf showed up! Right away!
They look like cats.
“Henry, what hastow doon!?” I cryed. And he saw I was aguisshed, so he sterted to creyen, and so I sterted to creyen, then al gan to creyen and I sayd “Now we may alle deye and be mordred by elves!” AND THEN, AT THILKE MOMENT, I SAW THE ELVES!I speke verrily, with ne ne oon falsitye ne. ELVES LOKEN JUST LYKE CATTES! I mighte nat have shryked: Ful my vois was stopped. Then, the elf lett forth hites demone-crey and I toke lite Johnes arm and Thomases arm eke and put Joane neath myn arm let Henry runne hymself sin thyse was al hys fault anywey, and we flowen schremefuly fro the elf!
I figure this explains the kittens very well indeed. They're elves, and they're planning on murdering us in our beds. They just keep getting distracted by bits of fluff.
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*Everybody knows not to fall asleep under grafted trees at noon, too, but people are ALL the time doing it.
Everybody knows, she says, that you must NEVER pick all the berries off a plant, cause if you do, the elves will get you;* before she could stop him, little Henry had taken all the berries off a plant, and sure enough, an elf showed up! Right away!
They look like cats.
“Henry, what hastow doon!?” I cryed. And he saw I was aguisshed, so he sterted to creyen, and so I sterted to creyen, then al gan to creyen and I sayd “Now we may alle deye and be mordred by elves!” AND THEN, AT THILKE MOMENT, I SAW THE ELVES!I speke verrily, with ne ne oon falsitye ne. ELVES LOKEN JUST LYKE CATTES! I mighte nat have shryked: Ful my vois was stopped. Then, the elf lett forth hites demone-crey and I toke lite Johnes arm and Thomases arm eke and put Joane neath myn arm let Henry runne hymself sin thyse was al hys fault anywey, and we flowen schremefuly fro the elf!
I figure this explains the kittens very well indeed. They're elves, and they're planning on murdering us in our beds. They just keep getting distracted by bits of fluff.
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*Everybody knows not to fall asleep under grafted trees at noon, too, but people are ALL the time doing it.
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