just a little garden party

“Just a little garden party,” the elf maker said. I knew better, I had seen the vision in my head. They hold this every year, inviting everyone to join. I would love to go, I think I will shine up my gold coin. I always bring it out, because it makes the bunnies shout. They love to dance around its tiny perimeter. Something they do as they shake and shim-iter. Just a garden party the elf maker said. I began plotting in my head.