There were rumors in this town somewhere far in the rural fields of England, just like there were in any town. A elderly woman who has over fifty cats, a man with such a demeanor that most people are lead to believe that he is a murderer of some sort because of an old tale about lost children and wives. Of course, any town has some sort of a cat-woman dwelling within it, and the old man is probably just misunderstood, as any old grouchy man ends up being. Leonardo himself never bothered with such things, because rumors were just that; rumors. 

As he slowly chipped away at the block of wood in his hand, he remembered the rumor that the chair makers in town had shared amongst themselves at the latest greeting, of a tall scrawny fellow that would suddenly appear in their workshop and disappear as quickly as he had came, leaving money behind like some half-witted fairy that didn't know their job consisted of working with teeth and not chairs. 

He had laughed at the time he was told of the strange man, waving it off as their drunken hallucinations, and seeing as he was the only one in town who didn't spent their evenings at the local pub, it sounded reasonable. With a last flick of his hand, the block of wood had finally became a curved chair leg, and after deeming it a decently made leg, he put it down next to a couple dozen other legs that he had made over the past few hours, each and every one of them exactly the same. 

Leonardo sighed as he stared at the plank of wood pinned with the diagram of the elaborate chairs he was paid to make, a simple design that was easy to carve if he hadn't had to make over 30 of them, a task that he was expected to finish within the week by a nobleman who didn't have the slightest idea as to how chair-making even worked. 

Realizing that the piece he needed to make the base of the chairs was on the other side of his workshop, he stood up on wobbly legs and stretched out his sore back. The sawdust and wooden chips that had settled on him from hours of carving flew into the air as he stood, and seemed frozen in the air as he began to walk to the other side of the shop. It wasn't anything big, but the small space was all he had ever needed to work his craft. 

With plenty of windows to bring in the natural light, his workshop consisted of two desks; one in the front to do business and the other farther in the back covered in piles of wood and tools. Huge stacks of wood loomed over the space, stacked carefully against the walls and strategically made to leave spaces for where his tools usually hung when not in use. 

Leonardo placed all of his completed chairs by the wide windows that opened up to the street outside, always bringing onlookers that were in town, staring at his chairs and occasionally buying them. He stopped in front of a pile of wide pieces of wood, in the same color as the chair legs that he had just finished making, and with a grunt, picked up a few of them in his dusty arms. His sore back ached in response to the heavy load, but with a grimace he carried on. 

"Damn this old back of mine! If I keep going like this, it'll snap faster than a dried out twig!", he shouted at himself, as he dropped the wood pile by the completed chair legs with a heaving breath. 

"It's quite elementary, these fine chairs you've made!" 

The man's voice rang out, echoing through the shop, as Leonardo froze with his back bent lowering the wood. He hadn't heard him come through the door, which seemed surprising considering that he had placed on the bell only a few days ago. 

"Oh yeah, my finest work," Leonardo began as he got up, seeing a tall shadow behind him, "Sorry, you surprised me there-" and just as quickly as the man had appeared, there was suddenly no sight to anyone ever being in the shop. 

"Huh," he stated with surprise. Standing up, he looked around the room for traces of what just happened, and saw that one of the lighter colored chairs in front of the display window had been moved. Rushing over to it, he checked if anything had been done to it, and saw a crisp pile of a few dozen hundred pounds placed gently on the chair. 

"Huh," he said once more with confusion, as he attempted to put together what on earth had just happened. "Like a goddamn tooth fairy."