Nemmer is out looking again...

​Nemmer, the Archer of the Elfshot Guild, was sent on an errand by his wife to find some apples.  He needed them so he could finally re-qualify to be an appleshot archer.  Being re-qualified was for himself, but he also knew that the "wifie" likes the extra gold sheckles that would come from the Guild with the re-qualification.

She had also told him that Efem would be able to get him the apples, so Nemmer was off to find her.  Efem, being a tree nymph, was friends to another nymph who lived in an apple tree and was willing to trade a few apples.

​As he was walking through the forest, singing his favorite song, he kept his eyes open for those annoying Dusty Mytes…

​​​(sung to the tune of ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’)

Great Archer Nemmer,
walking through the forest,
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.
 
Down came the good fairy and she said,
 
Great Archer Nemmer,
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I’ll give you three chances,
and if you don’t behave
I’ll turn you into a …

​As he was singing, Nemmer realized he was starting to forget the next words of the song.  “How could I forget my favorite song?” he started to wonder when he suddenly realized that there must be Dusty Mytes in the area. 

"There must be more than one if they can make me forget my song.  Grrrr… I will put a stop to that!”  Ducking behind a large bush, he quickly put on his mask to protect him from the Dusty Mytes' "Forgetfulness", and began his search for the little critters.

​​Flitting from bush to tree to rock, he finally spies them.  “Terrific!  I found three of them together.  This must be my lucky day!”

​Quietly sneaking up to the Dusty Mytes and reaching down to scoop them up, the string holding his mask comes untied and the mask falls off.  The Dusty Mytes, hearing the mask hit the ground, suddenly realize that he is upon them. With Nemmer's protective mask gone, they quickly douse him in forgetful dust - blowing it out of their long trunk-like noses.

​​Sometime later, Nemmer finds himself walking down the forest trail, humming his song, trying to remember why was he going to Efem’s house.  “Oh well, it will come to me when I get there.”