After Richard lost his Parent's and the love of his life, he left Atlanta and found a piece of property and bought it. He had always loved Elves and knew one day he would meet one before he died.
He met Mary and she helped him build his cabin. He was gong to live like his grandparents did when he was young. He could remember how good the food was cooked on a wood stove and drawing water from an open well. He built a smokehouse and smoked his meat for the winter.
He was hunting one day and he saw a small figure run by him real fast. Richard didn't know what it was, but it yelled at him. Don't kill me, I'm not a deer. The little guy was hid behind the bushes. Richard was almost sure it was an Elf, maybe he could get close enough to the little thing to see what it was.
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