Elf says that he has to drive to Cambria today and if you'll promise not to stop at a single nursery you may come along. You have been hacking at the acacia and would much rather go to Cambria.
"Will we be anywhere near that restaurant on Moonstone Beach, the one that's supposed to have the best steamers on the shore? Could we have dinner there?"
"We can, and you shall have a Lemon Drop. You've been a good girl and haven't looked to right or left."
The restaurant is crowded but your Elf, in the Lordly way you like, asks for a table looking out over the water. While he is taking photographs of the sun setting over the ocean, you disappear. There is a Fairy nursery just down the road in town, you remember.
When you return he looks suspiciously at the large paper grocery box you are carrying.
"It's only a peppermint geranium and two columbines," you apologize, " and we didn't stop at it."
Reflection of a repentant fairy:
It's naughty to equivocate
and hide your motives from your mate.
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