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Elfie still had a bit difficult time grasping abstract concepts and term imagination was one of them. He did not fully understand things that he could not see or touch or taste, but could exist. He rolled his eyes to see his forehead (good luck with that), then peered down at his chest (no easy task with a long snout) and finally turned to glance at his side. He wiggled a bit, because the word sounded as something that would make a rattling sound or slosh, but nothing happened. 

"Pretend? What's that?" he asked, because this was yet another word in the glossary that did not yet have a feasible explanation. "You are not flying, silly," he told his grandfather, giggling merrily at the performance. "You are... are... walking funny," he concluded, because he had not yet met a dancing wolf either. "Are there birds that do not fly?" he asked then.