Some readers supposed that the flying elf my mother Dode saw (February Fledge Ledge Edge) was the Deified New Bybwen Flex Elf. Not so. It was her own doppelganger, the Flee Elf, an unacknowledged projection of her Flesh Self. Everyone has one, though the flying ones (sadly, a fugue state) are harder to catch. When I did, mine was like a leprechaun; I had to trick these wordplays out of it by promising it a credit. So, it's name is... where did I put that piece of paper? Well, just so you know I didn't write these!
"Fledge Ledge Edge,"
Word Ways: Vol. 30
, Article 10.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/wordways/vol30/iss2/10