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21 - They were throwing rotten pumpkins.

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I was heading out for a walk, and I hear behind me this roaring engine, and I just couldn't believe what I saw. From the lane behind the complex, I see my dad's old F250 come roaring out with about 10 elfs riding in the back and hanging out of the cab. They're just giving it all out, and the thing gets loose as it skids around the corner, and totally demolishes the mailboxes. And they don't even hardly notice, just hooting and laughing. And then one in the back picks up a pumpkin from the bed in the back - yeah, some rotten old pumpkin - and throws that against the side of the unit, and it blows up, and they just keep laughing and laughing.


And I'm turned around now and watching this, like are you kidding me? I could swear it's the mostly the same bunch who stole and smashed this thing up back in the spring. And now the dwarfs who bought the wreck from me last week have already fixed it up and sold it back to them? Got to have a little chat with them. But no time for that now, because now the elfs see me and they're pointing and laughing. And I jump to the curb as they roar up behind me, and they huck another pumpkin at me as they go past. That thing gets me full in the chest and I'm covered in rotten goo, and they're laughing their heads off. I'm laying there on the side of the road and watching them swerve away, throwing more pumpkins at parked cars, at a cat, at a stop sign, at a house, at each other, and then they're skidding around another corner and gone.


Back home for a shower, and then I head out again on my walk. Eventually I find the truck on its side in a ditch by the old school, and the elfs are all gone. They (probably) paid money for it so I'm going to leave it there, but if they aren't back in three days maybe I will try to winch it out and put it back at my dad's. Although it's probably even more messed up than before, now.


Elfs, what can you say. An elegant and ancient race of the Olds, yeah yeah yeah, but they sure can be a bunch of jack-asses too. Just like anybody else.


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