(This story is part of the "Early Encounters with Humans" sequence of stories -- see listings for related stories.)
**What are they doing?**
Willow craned her head, trying to peer around a large branch that threatened to block her view of the events below. She and Notch had chosen a perch that kept them safe from view – at least they hoped – but also provided challenges in seeing things clearly.
**I don’t know,** Willow replied, frustrated. **It doesn’t make any sense.**
One of the human males stood in front of a ring of others, uttering phrases that neither elf could understand. His gestures seemed to indicate malicious mirth toward his tribesmen. However, his tribesmates’ raucous laughter following each of the statements seemed to indicate that is was one big joke. A couple of times, members of the audience would launch equally humorous remarks back at the one who had given them initially.
“I wish we could understand what they were saying,” Notch whispered. Willow could hardly hear him.
**I’ve seen enough. We’d best get back with the others before we’re missed,** she sent.
With a grunt, Notch agreed. They weren’t even supposed to be near the human camp, but how could they resist when the elves’ hunting party had come close? Well, not close in most of the party’s opinion, but close enough for two inquisitive elves to become too curious to resist a peek.
The pair carefully climbed down the tree, and hesitated long enough to take one last peek at the strange man and those gathered around him who had not stopped laughing.
B erating your friends is the name of the game
A nyone can join in, it’s all the same.
Y ou’re poking fun of others, as easy as pie,
U nderstand your ‘victims’, “spit in their eye”.
M ake fun of your brother, the clothing he’s in,
O ne-up your fellows for the easy win.
P ick your target, it’s all in fun --
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