The Misadventures of Saffy, Never was there such a tale of misfortune. Options

[Hasfusel]

Saffy stopped running, and sat down on a treetrunk, exhausted. Panting for breath, he looked back along the path, but it was empty. He seemed to have given her the slip. If he hadn't, he was done for. He just couldn't run anymore.
After a minute, he got up, dusted himself off, and set off. Safe, he thought. But I must say, what a close escape. If that woman had caught me, I'd hav-
He stopped, not believing his eyes. His jaw dropped. It was simply too impossible, but there they were. Three tiny little men, in little green Christmas elf costumes, with matching bobble hats. And green hair. They were playing with a toy train at the foot of a tree. One of them was eating on a tomato. They appeared not to have noticed him.
Saffy stared, dumbstruck. It was beyond him why he could see these little men. He racked his memory, but he couldn't remember taking any non-prescription medication in the last 24 hours. Neither had there been anything to drink recently but cold spring water (more's the pity, thought his subconscious grimly). But there they were, against all probability and rational thought or logic. And they appeared to be sparkling.
One of the little men looked up, smiling. "Hullo!" he said. "Would you like a tomato, budum?"
Saffy tried to speak, but his tongue seemed to be tangled in a knot.
"Don't be shy," said one of the others. His voice was strangely high-pitched. "Celia gave us a dozen for helping with the harvest, budum."
The first speaker was staring at him curiously. "Hey, you're not from around here. Maybe... I got it! You must be from Mineral Town, down that way!"
Finally, he managed to say something. All that came out was "Urg", but it was a start.
"Come on," said the one holding the train. "We'll take you back to the Treehouse. It's not often we meet new people." The little man took Saffy's hand, and they started off down the path, Saffy too stunned to do anything else.
"W-what are you?" he managed. The little man turned round, smiling.
"We're the Harvest Sprites, silly! What did you think we were?" he said, laughing.
"Hallucinations," answered Saffy with certainity. "That's all you could be. Hallucinations brought on by that crazy farmer woman chasing me round."
The sprites all chuckled. "I heard that Vesta had found a man wandering round her farm."
Saffy just nodded, and kept on following the leading sprite.
"My name's Vail," said the sprite, "and these are Fraw and Matthew."
"My name's Matt, too," said Saffy, in a kind of dazed confusion. Just who the heck were these little people? Was this some kind of trick? It had to be. Either that, or the previous events in this crazy valley had messed up his thoughts.
Following the laughing sprites, Saffy continued down the path. Little could he foretell about the terrible events about to unfold.


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When he walked through the door set into the massive tree, Saffy gasped. There were hundreds of the little men! All dressed in colourful elf costumes, with matching bobble hats. A little baby one in pink pyjamas was sitting on top of a giant mushroom (Saffy's mind was already so shocked that he accepted the existance of the giant, glowing mushrooms with no problem whatsoever) and eating a pudding messily. There was a counter in the centre of the room, where a sprite dressed in blue and wearing glasses sat, playing with an abacus. Dazed and confused, Saffy wandered up to the counter and politely asked where the strongest alcohol was kept.
The little man looked up, surprised. "Hullo," he said. "Who are you? Would you like to hire the sprite team? Only we're closed on festival days, and today's the Beach Opening Day festival. But by all means, take a seat, and we can arrange it for tomorrow."
Still shocked out of his mind, Saffy let one of the little sprites lead him to a mushroom about the right size for a seat (toadstool, he thought dimly) by a wooden stump that served as a table.
"I'm Guts," said the sprite with the glasses. "Who are you, though? I've never seen you round these parts before. Are you the one who inherited the farm to the west, by Takakura's house?"
"N-no," replied Saffy, "my name's Matt." He shook his head, trying to get a grip on reality. "Uh, I'm feeling rather disturbed right now and I need a drink. Where can I find a decent beer?"
"Well, we sprites don't drink alcohol, but Griffin down at the Blue Bar sells s-"
"Where is this bar?" asked Saffy like a shot.
"Follow the path down to the village, then turn right and carry on till you see a small building on your left, by the well. But it's closed, because Griffin's at the festiv-"
But Saffy was already gone, and the door was swinging gently on its hinges.