“You are now trapped in a flower ring. You have no choice but to tell the truth.“
Chapter 4 Excerpt: Oliver Oddsocks The Adventures Begin!
“You are in my house. Will you tell me why, or do I plant you in the dirt and have you live in one spot forever?” A short creature with green skin, pointy ears, a long rough brown tunic, old worn-out boots, and a scowl on its face was shaking a leafy twig at Oliver. Oliver was concerned about what could only be an elf and the twig. He had a feeling it wasn’t just a twig.
“My name is Oliver and I have no idea how I got here.” He assumed that Glimmi had sent him here for some reason.
The elf-man threw a cloud of dirt in the air and it stopped mid-air and formed a ring over Oliver’s head. With a whistle, the ring fell to the ground around Oliver. Oliver could now see that it wasn’t dirt, it was a cloud of seeds. As soon as the seeds landed, plants began to grow in a ring and beautiful flowers bloomed in every color imaginable. It didn’t seem threatening at all. The aroma of all the flowers hit Oliver’s nose, and he started to laugh. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt and he couldn’t stop.
“You are now trapped in a flower ring. You have no choice but to tell the truth. Where did you come from?”
Oliver caught his breath and answered, “I stepped through a door that was on the outside wall of my Grandma’s house. Hahaha. I think Grandpa’s socks are magic. Hahaha. I landed where a leprechaun told me that he knew my grandpa. My Grandpa’s name was Oddman. Hahaha. The leprechaun sent me to you.” Oliver covered his mouth so he couldn’t speak or laugh, but it didn’t help.
“I knew him, your grandpa. Talked non-stop, he did. Talk. talk, talk. Made my ears hurt, it did. Talk, talk, talk. Then he would laugh and laugh and laugh. Didn’t need a flower ring for that one. No! No! No! If you be like him, then I want no part of you. There is work to do, work to do, work to do. We are not like those lazy leprechauns. We work for a living.”
“I think hahaha, I’m here, hahaha, to help.” Oliver could not stifle his laughter.
A pretty young elfin girl walked out of the trees. She had red hair and big green eyes. Her clothes were of a finer cut than the grumpy elf that had trapped Oliver, and as green as the leaves all around them. She, too, carried a twig. She waved it at Oliver and he stopped laughing.
“Is there a reason, Father Gloon, for you to have caught and tormented this human boy?” The elfin girl asked.