Here is a little Nursery Rhyme about an Elf and a Dormouse:
Under a toadstool crept a wee elf,
out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
lay a big dormouse, all in a heap.
Trembled the wee elf, frightened and yet
fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter? Maybe a mile:
sudden the wee elf smiled a wee smile,
tugged 'til the toadstool toppled in two,
and holding it over him away he flew.
Soon he was safe at home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the dormouse- "Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
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