Floppy the Elf
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Once upon a time, there was an elf named Floppy. Floppy lived with all the happy elves in the happy elf village (also known as Cleveland) but for some reason, Floppy just wasn't happy. Not happy at all. It wasn't because he was ugly, because as far as elves go, Floppy was quite attractive. It wasn't because he was poor, as a matter of fact, Floppy was one of the wealthier elves in the village. It was simply because Floppy just didn't fit in with his elf counterparts. When the manly elves would go out hunting, Floppy would stay at home at knit doilies. When the macho elves would go out drinking, Floppy would stay home and bake little heart shaped cookies. Because of this, floppy was heavily ridiculed. One day, a depressed Floppy went to his mother's house to see what his problem was...