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.
I Write Her 
An excellent tale, Susi!
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Thanks, Eugenia! 🙂
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Most welcome, Susi! 😊
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A sweet story Susi.
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Thank you, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome 😉
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A fantastic ‘little’ story from the prompt words Susi … I must remember to take my umbrella when me and Frankie go for our walk today …
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Thanks, Ivor! Did you remember or did you get wet? 😉
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I remembered .. and of course then it didn’t rain
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LOL of course!
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fun! and i can’t see. I read the word as cover, not covet! lol
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LOL that works too! 😉
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