Lost Love

Is he gone?
Hi! I'm Runcible! Don´t be too hard judging ol' Fishlips. He´s really not a bad guy. He just hurts a little because of the way his life has gone. If a nice and sensible pooka like me wasn´t around to cheer him up, he´d drift into the Great Gloom like anyone else.
He really shouldn´t have fallen for Sarah the way he did. Oh has he told you that? Sarah, our delectable elf, was his first love. He never told her, but I could tell. That´s just a part of life. We go through it. One person becomes a wonderful, shining example of beauty and goodness in the world. But when we find out the real world doesn't live up to the way we see romance, the webs across our eyes grow thicker.
Of course, a pooka always bounces right back, but a sluagh? They like to dwell on the mundane a little too much. They´ve got such a twisted definition of beauty that they like to wallow in their own pain too much.
That´s why I'm hiding these carrots in his apartment. One in the Freezer, one in his socks, one in his underwear drawer - and there´s the sign. FIND THE CARROTS!
Sssh! Don´t tell him I was here!

- Autumn, dreaming