Dwarf Mischief in Snippets and Shorter Stories

Day Twenty-Seven: It is Thanksgiving Day! Eric and I slept over at the Higgins and had two dinners that day. We were quite full needless to say. I am grateful for a wonderful husband and our families. Two moms and two dads who watch over us, siblings who love us, and nieces and nephews who play with us. I am grateful for our apartment and my job. I am grateful for neighbors who bring me homemade chicken noodle soup. I am grateful for a Savior who gave his life for me. Happy Thanksgiving!

Brecke 

The dwarves were master workers of all things metal and earth. It is even said that after thousands of years spent perfecting this art, they could create living creatures from the metals of the earth. Brecke was the one of the twenty bronze creatures the dwarves successfully created to house life and help them with their work. But Brecke had other ideas. He was an unruly creature who loved mischief and children. He did not like to work and caused so many accidents in the dwarf tunnels that they had no choice but to release him into the open air. Searching the world, Brecke settled upon a small, old and forgotten forest in a corner of the world. He loved to flit among the gnarled trees so much like his own body. His beard, like a lions mane, covered his head and his intricate wings hummed when he flew through the swaying branches. Many of the animals wished to cast him out or destroy him for he caused them much grief with his pranks, but he had been made by dwarven magic and wouldn't be undone so easily. However, it was good that he couldn't be destroyed so easily for thought they didn't know it, he would save the forest and all that dwelt within it.