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. "... all this,
came from?"
"Oh, it wasn't like this then." The kender chorus sup-
plied a round of "No's" and a good deal of head shak-
ing.
"Now we're getting somewhere. What was it like,
'four months' ago?" asked Phineas.
Gelfig plucked a chocolate tulip and sipped the thick
syrup collected in the flower, then launched into his
story enthusiastically. "You should have seen this place
then. What a dump! There was almost nothing here,
nothing at all. Just a flat, featureless, gray nothing."
The kender chorus shook their heads and sighed.
"I wandered around for a few hours and was just
thinking about leaving when I tripped over something.
I might have fallen and broken my nose if not for my
catlike reflexes." Gelfig assumed a stealthy stance, up
on his toes with his pudgy arms out, to emphasize his
grace. It seemed to be a crowd pleaser, though at his
current bulk, the pose looked mighty ridiculous to Phi-
neas. The human took advantage of the timely pause to
pluck a tulip, curious himself as to how it might taste.
"I spun around to see what I had tripped on, but there
was nothing there! 'This is strange,' I said, so on my
hands and knees I groped around a bit. And sure
enough, what do you suppose I found?"
"AN INVISIBLE CHEST!" shouted the assembled
kender, startling Phineas so badly that he crushed the
tulip in his fingers. Thick, sticky, chocolate goo oozed
down his forearm.
"That's right, an invisible chest," continued Gelfig.
"Bound with invisible chains and sealed with three in-
visible locks
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