Candy Corm Palace

Deep inside the shimmering orange halls ob the Camdy Corm Palace, the Camdy Corm Elf sat at his desk, surrounded by mountains ob sweet treasure. The pillars gleamed, the caramel floor sparkled underfoot, and the air smelled like pumpkin spice.

Before him stretched the List — a long scroll of names that curled and looped off the table and onto the floor. It was the annual list ob shoes, where every good critter, hooman, and helpful goblin who had left out their shoes (or tiny boots) was recorded. For on Camdy Corm Day, he will make sure each one is filled wiff sweet, crunchy corms — one for kindness, two for cheer, and a pawful for excellent behavior.

He squinted at the scroll. “Hmm… Meg, check. Molly, big check. Kebin, check. Oh, dear — someone forgot to clean their shoes again…” He made a note, then took a sip ob his pumpkin spice drink. “Deduction of one candy corm for excessive mud,” he muttered in his official elf boice.

All around him, the candy palace hummed softly, as though the sugar walls themselves were listening. When the list was done, Barry rolled it up, tied it wiff a licorice ribbon, and smiled proudly. “Almost time to fill the shoes!” he declared.

Outside, the harbest moon rose ober the fields ob glowing candy corm — and the Candy Corm Elf set out, ready to sprinkle sweetness whereber little shoes awaited. Only two weeks to go he thought to himself as he headed home…