Ernest Elf (6)
A peaceful hour passed. Suddenly there was a loud racket outside and wild knocking on the door. Mrs. Spencer didn´t even flinch. She sat silently on a kitchen stool sipping her tea. She heard someone shouting, “My old legs might be slow but my head is as fast as ever, come on out Ernest. I know you are in there hiding from me.” Mrs. Spencer got up slowly, complaining quietly about her arthritis. She went into the living room. Ernest was still snoring. She picked up her carpet bag and gave it a bit of a shake. Muffled noises came from inside it. She poked her head inside and sang, “Wake up my little mole!” Out popped the head of a bedraggled mole. He looked sleepy or maybe he just looked like a mole. They usually have a sort of sleepy look. “Has she arrived?” he asked rubbing the sleep out of the corner of his eyes. “Yes, she has, let´s go say hello.” answered Mrs. Spenser.
With her handbag under her arm she opened the door to a mad screaming Laura Long who was now tearing up Mrs. Spencer`s peonies. The mole popped his head out of the bag. He shouted at her, “leave the garden alone.” She stood to attention and dropped the flowers on the ground. “Get her to clean the house and weed the garden while you´re controlling her mind,” whispered Mrs. Spencer. “Let´s just keep to the work at hand, shall we?” retorted the mole raising an eyebrow at Mrs. Spencer´s cheek. “Now forget about Ernest Elf´s secret and leave him alone,” shouted the mole at Laura. She spun around on one foot and repeated, “forget about Ernest´s secret and leave him alone.” Then off she trotted on her little old legs.