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Early one morning, when the whole countryside looked as if a child had

painted it, a lemon-green elf trapped a kiss that was flapping around an

oak tree, a kiss that the Rainbow Fairy had blown to the frog living in the

lake. It was a small peck of a kiss, sweet and full of life.

Another time, an elf wearing overalls chased a lovely aroma for three days.

It was the delicious smell of Grandma Sarah’s cinnamon cake! Everyone

who’d ever tried this cake claimed that just one bite would make you walk

on air.