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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[Hasfusel]

Oh, don't worry. There'll be plenty to torment our beloved Saffy.

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Griffin came home at roughly quater to midnight, Muffy on his arm. He'd eaten enough for three men (unless of course the men in question were Murrey, in which case he had eaten a good deal less than was enough). Kai really was the man when it came to cooking great food in great quantities. There had been this massive stir-fry, with all the vegetables Griffin liked best. Even Marlin had eaten lots, a very rare thing.
But neither Griffin or Muffy had expected to find that the bar door had been broken open. And they certainly had not expected to see a tall man lying sprawled on the floor asleep when they returned to the bar, drunk as a very drunk person. Bottles of various drinks lay empty around him. There was an almost overwhelming smell of alcohol. The man on the floor was smiling faintly. "Ha... ha..." he said weakly. "Little... green... men..."

When Saffy awoke, he was lying in a hospital bed, and no mistake. He suddenly turned over, and vomited into a bowl as the worst hangover in the history of civilized drinking hit him. He lay back feebly in the bed, and slipped back feebly into unconsciousness.
An hour or so later, he was lying partially awake, one eye open. The world appeared to be underwater. There was a small man dressed in a white shirt and neat black trousers talking to the nurse, who had her back to Saffy. The man had a small, curly moustache, and there was a decidedly feeble set to him.
"I'm ever so sorry, Jeff," said the nurse, "but we're full right now. Is your headache really that urgent?" The little man nodded. "How many headache pills did you take this morning?" asked the nurse.
"Five blue ones, and three of the red ones," replied Jeff. "What, did I not take enough?"
The nurse sighed, exhasperated. Saffy tried to raise his hand and call for help, but it was too much effort. The hangover was like having been hit by a truck. At least there aren't any more little green men, thought the part of Saffy's mind which could still stand up.
As Jeff left the hospital, the nurse (who, Saffy noticed, had a little tag pinned to her coat that proclaimed her name to be Elli) hurried over to the bed.
"Are you alright, sir?" she asked, concerned. "You drank seven bottles of strong liquor last night. And if that isn't enough to give you a headache, wait till you see the bill."
Saffy groaned and slid under the covers.