Autumn in Middlespace (con't)

Then, one magical day, the city's own public helper elves came by and sucked up the leaves. Or, sucked at the leaves.

They were just like the [clicky] privately contracted Kentlands helper elves. Only the public helper elves worked with much less vigor and enthusiasm. Yet, the public helper elves were paid a great deal more than their brethren.

The moral being, if you know someone who works for the city, buy him a sixer and let him get you a job. It may be menial, but at least it pays well.

The end. Goodnight, dear. Sleep tight.