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picked it up and slid it over my head. That's when it
happened."
"What happened?" prodded Phineas, the hardened
sticky mess on his hand long forgotten. "What did it
do?"
Gelfig straightened up, put his arms at his sides.
"Suddenly I was surrounded by a field of caramel apple
trees. I was terribly hungry, and coincidentally that is
what I'd been thinking about before I put the necklace
on -- caramel apples."
At the mention of food, the tubby kender all reached
without looking, snapped off a piece of landscape, and
popped them into their mouths.
"Without really understanding what was happening,"
Gelfigburg's founder continued, "I thought about how
nice it would be to have some peppermint schnapps to
go with those caramel apples and, poof! A stream of
peppermint schnapps appeared, bubbling right past my
feet. I don't think I need to say that this was pretty ex-
citing!"
Phineas sprang forward and grabbed the short, wide
kender by his tightly stretched lapels. "Where is the
necklace?" he demanded, pawing through the folds of
clothing around Gelfig's neck. "What have you done
with it?"
Trapspringer leaped between the two, prying Phi-
neas's hands loose and pushing the human away. "Settle
down, Phineas," he soothed. "Don't interrupt the story."
Gelfig smoothed down his ruffled shirt and settled his
shoulders while the rest of the kender scowled at Phi-
neas. "It's right here, if you must know. I used to wear
it, but it won't fit around my neck anymore."
Phineas's eyes were as big as Gelfig's caramel apples
when the kender pulled a slender chain from an inside
pocket of his vest
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