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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Saffy woke up, noticed he had no clothes on, and wondered how it had all happened.

The young man had just seemed so charming. And besides, it had been starting to rain, and a cold wind had been whipping up. How could Saffy have said no to an offer to come inside the young man's house in the middle of the forest for a mug of hot chocolate by the fire?
The young man, whose name was Skye, was surprised to find Saffy wandering alone in the forest, and had invited him inside to escape the worst of the storm. Skye was a very good looking young man, with silver hair and a voice as soft as summer rain. He wore a white leopard-spot patterned shirt, and purple jeans. He was also very polite and friendly, and was only too happy to help Saffy, a lost traveller alone in the woods.
So they had walked awhile until they had arrived at Skye's house, a little cottage by a stream. Saffy was seated in front of a warm fire, and Skye left the room to make the hot chocolate. Saffy had waited in anticipation, hoping to get a chance to talk to the young man, and maybe to get to know him more personally.
But when the silver haired young man had returned to the room, he wasn't carrying any hot chocolate. There was a faint glow to his eyes. When Saffy rose, puzzled, Skye held out his hands and said, "MAIDEN CHICK - BEAM, FIRE!"
Suddenly, Saffy had found that he couldn't move a muscle. Skye walked over to him, a look of surprised satisfaction on his face, and began to search him for valuables, taking all of Saffy's money, his keys, his watch, his American Express card, and his clothes. He muttered something under his breath and pointed at Saffy, who immediately began to feel drowsy. The last words he heard were, "How surprising, it doesn't usually work on men," before collapsing and falling into a deep slumber.

And now Saffy was alone in the woods again, with no money, no clothes, and no dignity. The rain was beginning to fall again. Saffy swore under his breath and began to run in no particular direction, hoping to find shelter before he froze to death.
It wasn't long before he found the Mansion.