Mother of Halflings
[This text is brimmed full with charming short stories concerning Yondalla, the Matriarch Protector and Sovereign Creator of the halfling species. Here is one:] Once there was a community of young pucks and prim-pretty halflings called Lurmilakes. They were none of them old yet, having only newly formed their community around being virile and strong so all could contribute to the upkeep and tidying and fixing and mending (and so on, halflings have a great many activities like that). So it was a big shock when an old woman came and asked to join the community. They told her she wasn't welcome, and when they turned her away, politely but very firmly, she went into the nearby woods. Now the Lurmilakes couldn't have known she was going to take shelter there, so don't think too badly of them. But take shelter she did. When the werewolf men who lived there came to rob the old woman, Yondalla invested the old woman with knitting needles of impeccable swiftness. She knitted the werewolf men clothes that would expand to accommodate their monthly changes, and they escorted her back to the Lurmilakes, who accepted the old woman, and who took their lumps and scoldings too from the werewolf men, not at all amused at the halflings' lack of sympathy for such a clever elder as this.