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.“If you need reassurance, here's my resume.” Tasio reached into his mouth and pulled out a small scroll.It was so old, the paper was yellow and frayed.The edges were torn and the metal clasp holding it together was red with rust.“This is a list of all the people I've helped.” He removed the seal and let the paper roll out.The list fell to the floor and raced across the room.Then, in complete defiance of the laws of gravity, it rolled up the wall, across the ceiling, down the other wall, and back to the floor.Eric's mouth fell open as it created another line.The process repeated until the north and south walls were covered in ancient, moldy papyrus.The scroll stopped in the center of the room, where, under its own power, it turned to the east wall and continued rolling.“Where do you want to start?”Eric shook his head.“There's no way you've helped all these people.”Tasio placed the back of his right hand to his forehead.“Oh no! Someone found out my secret!” He made a dagger out of his left hand.“With this, I atone for my lie!” He stabbed himself and collapsed on the floor.Eric's eyes widened and he rushed to Tasio's sprawled out body.“I'm sorry! Don't die!”Tasio's body sprang like a mechanical trap.“Kidding!”Eric screamed and grabbed his heart.“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”“No, of course not.I'm here to help you, remember?” Tasio smiled at Eric's anger.“You see, I'm immortal.I've been alive for a zillion years.” He leaped and sat crossed legged in midair with his hands in his lap.“Would you like to see my resume or not?” Eric looked at the papyrus that was currently his carpet and wallpaper.Suddenly, his head started throbbing.“I don't have time! I have to do this report!”Tasio floated to Eric's desk and speed typed for one minute.Then he printed a pile of neatly collected papers with the title “Eric's Report” on top.“Now, do you have time?”Eric shrugged.“I guess so.” Tasio's face lit up like a light.“Wonderful!” He dove into the ancient scroll and pulled out the very beginning.“Okay! Here is where humans were first starting out; they had to eat meat raw and were cold in the winter, so I gave them fire.Here's where humans wanted to settle down so I showed them crop domestication.When humans wanted to go from here to there quicker, I showed them the wheel.Oh, here's a good one! The Great Vowel Shift.that was a lot of fun.” Eric's eyes grew heavy.The stress of his day was catching up to him and Tasio's list went on and on and on and—“WAKE UP!” The poor human was scared out of ten year’s growth.Tasio lay back, laughing and pointing at Eric.“You make the funniest face when startled.”Eric gave the floating trickster a nasty look.“Now, let's see your case.” Tasio reached behind his waist and pulled out a second scroll.“Eric Watley, twenty-one years old, grunt for Hanson Enterprise.Vital Stats: Intelligence—bottom of the class.Strength—defeated by milk jugs.Speed—outrun by turtles.Confidence—huh?” Tasio scanned the page, and then the other side.“The stat isn't listed.There's just an 'N/A' thing where it should be.” Eric dropped his head, knowing it to be true.If there was one thing his older brother, his parents, and his coworkers all agreed on was the fact that he was spineless.“Eric Watley, you have the lowest stats of anyone I have ever helped.Oh wait, here we go.it says you are comparable to a rock.”Eric perked up.“A rock? Like I'm tough and enduring?”“No.It means you're dull, don't move unless pushed, and aren't likely to change throughout your life.” Tasio patted Eric's head as the human cowered again.“But a master sculptor like me can help you become a fine work of art.” Tasio put the scroll away.“Now, you should get some sleep because I will help you first thing tomorrow.Off you go.” Tasio scooted Eric to bed and tucked him in.An alarm clock rang and Eric slammed it off.Rubbing his eyes, he sat up.No sign of Tasio or the papyrus wallpaper.Must have been a dream.He rolled out of bed and changed from his T-shirt and boxers to his pitiful business suit.Of course, it was a dream.A dream brought on by stress.He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth.An elf appears out of nowhere and says he'll help me.It's ridiculous.He grabbed his briefcase and opened the door to the kitchen.The sight that greeted him drove all thoughts of “dream” from his mind, and made him drop both jaw and briefcase.There stood Tasio at the stove, in a frilly pink apron.He was even humming a little tune and swaying to the beat.The Trickster must have realized he was being watched as he spun and beamed.“Morning, honey! Sleep well?” Eric blinked, then blinked again.He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself.Tasio was still there and he was still wearing a pink apron.“I think I'm still sleeping.” Tasio carried a frying pan filled with waffles, eggs, and fruit to the table and placed it next to a glass of milk.“Now, dear, we went over that last night.Must we discuss it again?”Eric walked straight to the couch and shook Oliver awake.Never once did his eyes leave Tasio.The moocher groaned and rolled over.Eric continued shaking until he woke up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]