Alone in the lush green br forest sits the littlest elf, br smiling broadly as the golden sun br rises on the fluffy white rabbits br that frolic across the moss covered br log of a long lived, but fallen tree. br br Encumbered by a relatively large br pain au raison, he examines it br with glee. br br He licks his fingers of the last br bits of confection and laughs as br he thinks of the day ahead. br br Surely he will dance by the deep br blue brook, play hide and seek with br his elfin friends and take a sleepy br afternoon nap in the farmer's br wheat field. br br His breakfast finished and his br morning planned he skips happily br back home to change from his sleeping br smock into colourful spring day clothes.