Chapter 2 Revenge of the Elfen Girl and More
		As we left our dauntless young numskull, she had last capered down the Crowley chimney to rescue her dear change purse. As steamed as steamed vegetables, the young elf ransacked the house, desperately searching for poor Rikki. When she was not able to find her, the little jolly fudge bashed out the door, ready to attack any helpless bystander. She spots Carolyn and her pipsqueak canine companion, and grins a nasty grin. The little jolly fudge scales a telephone pole, and carefully walks across the line, only to fall and hit the roof of a car. The car swerves and smashes into a fire hydrant. Inside, there is a very angry man who is late for a business trip. “I don’t have time for this!” he barks at the young elf lying in the street, as he backs up his car and speeds away. Carolyn hurries over to investigate the tiny creature that had fallen from the sky. The little jolly fudge lay unconscious, with her clothing covering her face. “Oh, it must be a squirrel!” shrieks Carolyn. As she runs away, Pep, her dog, decides to befriend the ruffled lump. Sinking his teeth into her head, he proudly drags his bazaar prize home to play with. Back at the house, Pep pulls the elf up into Carolyn’s room, and up onto her bed. He then snuggles up next to the mangled body and falls asleep. Two hours later, Carolyn walks in to find a tiny bleeding elf next to her mutt, lying on her bed. She screams so loud, the little jolly fudge awakes. Acting as a caged animal, the young elf scratches at the walls, leaping from any elevated piece of furnishing to the next, while making unearthly sounds; Pep begins to get worried and begins urinating and vomiting yellow and brown all over the floor. Pep slips in the barf, and slides, knocking Carolyn over. She hits her head on the wall, making a hole there. The little jolly fudge reaches into her pocket to make sure her change purse is there. It’s not! In a furious act of grievance, she barrels over to Carolyn and begins jumping on her, chanting and shrieking. She then begins throwing books around, all the while, chattering and howling. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” screams Carolyn, “no one throws and bites my books except me and my brother!” Racing over, she lifts the squirming elfin and tosses her onto the bed. “Is that all you can do?” barks Pep. “Shut-up you hairy oaf, you’re not supposed to talk!” yells Carolyn. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz-wood are downstairs reading. “We should have spayed the dog,” mumbles Priscilla. Pep gets angry and begins to urinate on Carolyn’s desk. “No! I’ve been working on that auto-biography for thirty years!” bellows Carolyn. “Ha, ha, too bad!” snarls Pep. In a fit of rage, Carolyn flips the desk onto its side, sending Pep flying splat into the wall. Fighting back tears, she tries to write over the stains. The little jolly fudge flips onto her back and tries to claw her eyes out. In a panic, Carolyn grabs her by her greasy hair and slams her onto the ground. The elf is still. “Oh my god!” cries Carolyn. “Oh my god is right, you dimwit!” quips Pep’s puddle of body splatter. “Shut-up, you’re not supposed to talk!” shrieks Carolyn, pointing at it. After that, Priscilla opens the door. What she sees makes her burst into tears: vomit all over the bed, door and her daughter, urine all over the place, a dead midget, her dog, her prized pure-breed, a pile of splat, the desk over-turned, and mostly, her daughter shrieking at the pile of splat, “you’re not supposed to talk!” Carolyn walks over, and closes the door. She closes her eyes to try to think things through. The little jolly fudge stands up, and slowly shuffles over. Bearing her fangs and showing her claws, she is about to lunge at Carolyn’s back, when her brother, Javie, opens the door. “Hi!” he yells, and the little jolly fudge leaps right over his head, with Carolyn crushed behind the door. She lands in the hallway. Hissing, the little jolly fudge jumps into the room again. “This time, it’s personal!” shrieks Carolyn. “That quote from a popular 80’s movie does not fit into the situation,” says Pep. “Yeah, I know, well, actually, I didn’t know,” said Carolyn. “Ready, set, fight!” yells Javie. After that, the impact of them colliding is so great; a wall of her room explodes into billions of pieces. All covered in a coat of white powder with concrete and plaster, they continue to have a fight. Carolyn reaches into the powder and pulls out a board with a nail in it. Growling, she lunges at Carolyn, knocking her into some electrical wires. Because she was wearing her blue boots with rubber soles, Carolyn’s skin wasn’t affected, but the little jolly fudge was roasted. The only difference was that Carolyn had an afro. Javie was busy at work using the bits of wood and powder mixed with the puddle of splat to reconstruct Pep. The little jolly fudge threw an American Girl doll at Carolyn. Carolyn threw it back at her, biting her jaw, causing it to shift permanently to the side. Carolyn made a snowball out of the insulation in the wall and threw it at the little jolly fudge. There was something hard in it. When it hit her face, the change purse stuck, dented into her flesh! Her beloved change purse! “Yeah, go strange little elfen creature,” cheered Pep, wagging his three tails and lifting his eight ears to hear her clicking noises better. “Go Cawawin!” cheered Javie. The battle was close. Then, Carolyn remembered, she had some berries in her bookcase! But if only she could get them…she inched over towards it, only to be scared back away by the little jolly fudge. Finally, she took a chance. She rips her one of her shelves off the wall, and belted it at the lf. She fell over. Carolyn made the best with the time and grabbed the sack of berries. Sprinkling them on the top of the powder, she said, “Look, berries!” Javie tried to run over, but she knocked him away. The little jolly fudge perks up, sniffs the air, and hops over. As she picks at the berries, Carolyn scrambles to find one of her huge, loose, knee-high socks. She sneaks upon the little jolly fudge, and pulls the sock over her! And rubber bands the bottom. She threw the struggling bundle out the side of her room in which her wall was blown out, picks up her favorite book and begins to read.