Carnicle III: The Exodus of the Elves

For millennia, the carnies dwelt in happiness. They went about their lives, gardening, drinking Carnie Ale, and eating Sweet Carnie Cupcakes. Day after day, year after year, they thought nothing but of joy and entertainment. However, a certain band of carnies was not pleased with their commonplace niche in the world. They moved increasingly apart from the ways of the carnie, going to great lengths to change their appearances in order to distinguish themselves from their fun-loving kin. In a great exodus that has not been matched since, the exile carnies left their homeland of Carnia. They ventured far and wide, searching for the great ice sorcerer, Sinterklääs.

The wanderers finally found him in his infamous icy fortress, The North Pole. After several days of bargaining and pleading, they came to an agreement on the fate of the carnies. Sinterklääs would alter the exiles’ appearances with no cost to the carnies. He molded their ears into fine points, making them resilient to the northern winds. As they were gratefully leaving, he called down his swift icy chariots upon them to capture and enslave the poor carnies. With a sinister cry, he cackled, “Boh boh boh, come my elf slaves! Work! Produce toys for Winterfeast!”

All that is now heard in the deep north is the cracking of ice whips and carnie cries.