Once upon a time a small elf balanced at the top of a pyramid of equally small elves. Flib reached as high as he could, trying to reach a shoe on the very top shelf. “I can almost reach it,” said Flib.
The elf just below said, “You better not fart.”
“Maybe I can stretch just a little more,” said Flib.
“Don’t you fart!”
“Uh oh,” said Flib. A squeak turned into a rumble turned into the sound of two tectonic plates flapping together.
“Last night was bean night,” wailed an elf in dismay.
A cloud so faint it barely wavered the air began to float down the pyramid. The elves grabbed at their noses, setting the whole structure to rocking until all the elves fell to the table, grunting as they landed. As each layer fell from its place they released farts of their own, setting the air of the whole room to dancing.
The shoemaker walked into the room then stopped and sniffed. Then sniffed again. “That’s it, no more bean nights,” he said, and walked back out.