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Elfie had half-hoped that at the suggestion of making wings Elwood would tell him, how to do it. Wraen, whenever she visited the children, had a story up her sleeve almost about everything. Ask her about a grain of sand - there would be tale, how it got there. Ask about a missing tooth - she would tell about a tooth-fairy that collected the milk-teeth of puppies. And so on.

So, now challenged with the task of thinking of things for himself, Elfie was a bit baffled at first. Then he tried to do it, fidgetted on the spot, scratched behind one ear, then the other and ended up with absolutely nothing. "I don't know," he admitted defeated. "Bird look different than me. Maybe I can't fly at all."