During that afternoon, Danny was a warrior elf. His ears were made pointy in elfin fashion by masking tape, a colander was his helmet, and pillows tied to his chest with jump rope was armor. He originally wore his dad's work boots, but soon found them too encumbering for quick warrior movement.
He held the pot cover shield close to his body and pulled his sword from his waistband. It was the cardboard center of a used roll of paper towel. Letting out a scream, he ran across the lawn at his nemesis Lord Rotten, also known as Rocky, a golden retriever with construction paper horns rubberbanded to the top of his head.
Lord Rotten barked and ran away, thrilled with the chance to play. Danny charged on, playfully batting Rocky's hind quarters with his sword. When Rocky was tired of being chased, he turned the tables, and it was the warrior elf's turn to flee across the yard. When he caught up to Danny, Lord Rotten vanquished the giggling warrior elf with savage slobbering licks.
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