The doves silently flew above the elves on their daily walk. Theodore kept the pace pretty rigorous; soon, he was sweating. He pulled up the sleeves on both his little arms, revealing a new tattoo. The others were jealous but said nothing. They knew it was a sin to covet.
It started to rain, luckily one of them had brought an umbrella, a gigantic one to fit all seven of them underneath it. What a blunder that would have been stuck in the forest without protection as the rain and thundering began. Imagine them being even more leathery and small.