In the land of Elnera, everyone can learn magic - everyone. Well, except for brownie Xerin. Nothing he does seems to come out right - trying to conjure red roses? He'll turn the nearby forest purple instead. Everybody needs magic to survive in Elnera, though, which puts our little brownie in much trouble.
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Xerin stared at the cookie left on the human's table. They're always so wasteful, these humans. And big.
Why, Xerin wasn't even a quarter as tall as their table.
His stomach grumbled, and the little brownie stole a look around the kitchen. If he could do magic, this would be easy - just snap, and the cookie would be in his hand. The sweet, delicious, warm cookie would be -
He was getting ahead of himself again. Sighing, he decided against even trying to cast a spell on his breakfast and wobbled over to the table's leg. He circled it round and round, peered closely at it, searching this and that way for the side with the most holes for him to use as ledges. Finally, he decided on a side and began his journey. Up, up, and up, never mind the splinters he risked. If he didn't get that cookie, he'd be starved to death by tonight, he was sure of it.
From the top of the table, he could see everything clearly: the sink, on which pots lined with savory soup were left for washing; the small window humans used to peer into the next room; and even the cupboard full of preserved fruit seemed in reach now. So this was how humans saw the world. It didn't seem too absurdly huge, from where he stood. No wonder they built everything so huge.
But first, the cookie.
The little brownie waddled over to the cookie, all the time grumbling to himself. If he had magic, he wouldn't be in this stupid mess. He'd already be outside, where the humans wouldn't bother looking anymore. But nooo, he couldn't possibly try to cast magic, or else he might lose his breakfast.
The cookie, even larger than the brownie, fell to the floor with a soft thunk, splattering the floor around it with delicious crumbs. Almost immediately, a mouse poked its nose out of a whole and sniffed the air.
Gah! That mouse was going to take the cookie Xerin worked so hard for - no way he was going to let that happen. But the mouse - it was already coming out of its hole, and Xerin couldn't possibly climb down fast enough (or run, for that matter) to reach the cookie before the mouse did.
There was only one thing left to do. The brownie closed his eyes, cast a spell on the mouse, and wished for the best. Hopefully he would render it unconscious and not cause too much noise, or the humans might arrive to check on him, and he'd have no breakfast. Again.
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