Etwas the Elf

Etwas the Elf
Our heroine, photo by Maia Ycot

Sunday, November 13, 2011

The elf and the mystery of the rock

Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she heard someone say "chunkchunkchunk!"

"Howdy!" the little elf called.  "Who's there?"


The poem came from around a rock and Etwas ran to the other side but nobody was there.

"Are you a beetle?" she asked.

"Chunkchunkchunk!"  Although Etwas was on the opposite side of the rock from where she stood when she first hear the oration, the second verse still came from across the rock.  Etwas darted around and saw a bushy, nervous striped tail disappear around the other side.

"Are you a raccoon?"


This time, Etwas decided to climb the rock and when she could see over the top, she found little black eyes in a little brown-and-white head looking back.

"Chunkchunkchunk!" the elf cried and overleapt the rock, landing on the back of the chipmunk.  The chipmunk leapt up and wound his feet and popping his head back, forth and around and around.

"Must I be mocked at every interaction?" the chipmunk exclaimed. His tiny little paws dropped the tiny book of Poe he had been trying to enjoy.

"Sorry, Mr. Chipmunk.  I didn't know you were reading.  I thought you might be a squirrel," Etwas apologized gracefully and hopped off the chipmunk's back.  Just to show there were no hard feelings, she gave the chipmunk's double-striped tail a gentle jerk.

"Do you wish to hear some verses of Ulalume?"

"OK!" Etwas agreed.

"The skies were ashen and sober;
The leaves were crisped and sere..." Mr. Chipmunk began, with Etwas cuddling his shoulder.

And ever since then, Etwas never judges a book by the rodent reading it.

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