I have a story to tell that may or may not be true. The goal, today, is entertainment, not actuality. Enjoy the tale and its ensuing embellishments. The truth is nothing but water and entertainment happily accompanies wine.
I was walking back from class one day and decided to stop by a local kiosk. I wanted to purchase a bag of chips--oregano chips, which are incredibly common over here and sort of delicious. Well, I was wandering up a couple blocks to buy some chips when out of the alleyway strolled a peculiarly dressed man. He was wrapped in heavy white cloth and his little fawn legs with their silver hooves made a delightful clattering on the cobblestones as he pranced towards me. His beard was curled, trimmed, and as white as the cloth he wore. And the strange little man was no taller than I, but his mischievous smile, framed by sharp teeth, seemed to bear down upon me, press me flat.
I stepped to the left.
He jumped to his right.
I stepped to the right and he bounced to his left.
I opened my mouth and he opened his and he made a sound, like breath on wind chimes and river water on rocks, something like singing. Airy.
The serenade gathered. He did a small dance and when it was through, he jumped into the branches of the nearest orange tree and vanished.
I then continued down the street to buy my chips, went home and took a nap.
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