It seemed to Gamba that the more dishes he washed, the more dirty ones appeared at his elbow.
Actually, that wasn't far from the truth; the inn was quite busy, many people were eating and drinking, and there was no shortage of dishes to be done. And the cook was content to let him wash them. Blearily, he kept scrubbing, with the occasional punctuation of a cavernous yawn.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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