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A farmer’s life was not an easy one to say the least. But all this going about town didn’t seem any easier. Never in his life had he seen so many different people around him. He was filled with excitement and wonders at all the faces.
There seemed to be an Elf in the inn. This was a miracle to him. He kept trying to see who was coming and going. “People seemed so busy that a small boy could go unnoticed here!” He thought to himself. But now as the time waned and the day took its toll on him. He found he didn’t need food or rest as much as the faint soft breeze from the window.
The fragrance was sweet and mild and put some enchantment on him. Because soon it seemed he had fallen asleep. There he lay no more than fourteen years old. He was two thirds as tall as an average man. But he had wispy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was pale and thin but not from a lack of food. It seemed he ate all the time but never really got any heavier.
Lulled by a soft breeze and twinkling stars. He drifted into a wonderful dream. It would be a surprise if he didn’t start smiling in this state. But for now he seemed content.
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