Stories From The Head

Who Says Elves Are Boring? It was the night before Christmas. Nothing was stirring, except a HAPPY LITTLE ELF CALLED PILLEGLASS. There was no denying the happiness of Pilleglass. He was after all an elf. But what everyone knew that Pilleglass was totally devoid of charm. Oh no, Pilleglass couldn’t charm his way into a band of Krakkas, or a school for Ryttera, or even (ha ha) a monastery of Raculacept-monks. The problem was that people were starting to demand their money back. Pilleglass’ performance was so utterly charmless that even the barbarians of Maske were vomiting, and they weren't even present. A young midget grabbed the elf, declaring "Potential vs. reality?" Pilleglass was potentially a GREAT elf, but in reality, as the midget, Jixas, had pointed out, he was not. Flying several feet into the air, Pilleglass sang as had never sung before (he knew this was it) to the crowd of dissatisfied customers "WEEELL...AAT LEEEAAAST IIIII’M HAAAAAAPPYYYY!". Pilleglass never performed again...

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