He was a weird kid, or fellow. It was hard to tell his age, everything is his build screamed child, but his eyes gleamed with knowledge older than man himself. It was hard to tell and put me on edge. It (he?) stood only 4 feet tall (pointed ears included) and couldn’t have weighed more than 80 pounds after a good meal. His platinum blonde mop was ragged and frizzed. It was in such a disarray it started to look intentional, a stylistic choice for this young eccentric. Vivid sea foam eyes stood out from his tanned face, sparkling with curiosity and some mischief. His impish grin was almost contagious as he juggled his giant lobster cage, bouncing impatiently in front of you. He wore no top, only a pair of ragged blue-striped pants (stolen from the trash or a sailor no doubt), held up with a sash and some hope. They hung so loosely they had to be tied off at the knees. I found myself stuttering at this detail, as I noticed by knees I meant knee, as his left leg was missing. In its place was a metal contraption that looked too well designed to be home made, but odd in shape. He showed no shyness with my open staring, tail lazily lashing as he waited for me to finish my obvious ogling. I was snapped out of thought as his rather deep voice rang out.