Elf

Sunday, March 20

Once upon a time, there was a who was about fourteen years old.

He is long and has pale yellow hair.

This is not very capable.

His greatest pleasure is eating and sleeping.

And he likes to do naughty things the most.

It was a Sunday and the 's parents were about to go to church.

The was wearing a shirt and sat at the table, thinking, I was so lucky today, my parents were out, and he could enjoy himself in just one hour.

"Great! Now I can take off my dad's gun and fire a shot at random, and no one will interfere."

He murmured to himself.

But his father seemed to guess what he was thinking, because his feet had just stepped on the threshold and were about to step out, but suddenly paused, turned around and said to the , "Since you don't go to church with your mom and me," he said, "You should at least recite the Hadith at home."

Can you agree with me?"

"Okay, it's not a piece of cake to do this."

The said.

Of course, what he thought was that I just read it casually.

The felt that he had never seen his mother walk so fast. In the blink of an eye, she had already arrived at the bookshelf by the fireplace, took out the Lutheran Bible, placed it on the table in front of the window, and opened the Hadith he was going to recite that day.

She also opened the New Testament and placed it next to the commentary of the Bible.

Finally, she pulled over the large armchair and leaned against the table.

The big armchair was bought at last year's parish auction.

According to family regulations, no one else can touch it except dad on weekdays.

The sat on the chair and thought to himself, why bother to keep him so busy, because he thought he would have too much to read the previous page of the holy words.

But now, he once again felt that his father seemed to see through his thoughts.

He approached the and said in a serious tone: "Now, remember it for me, you must read it carefully! Because when we return home from church, I will test you from beginning to end.

If you can't remember which page of content, I won't let you have a good time."

"This preach is fourteen and a half long," said Mom, with a little too much meaning, "If you want to pass the test, you have to sit down and start reading now."

After saying this, they left the house.

The stood at the door, watching them leave, feeling as if he had fallen into a trap.

He thought to himself, "They are so happy, they are leaving happily. I think they must be proud of coming up with such a good idea.

They left, but I was left here, asking to chew the Hadith honestly from beginning to end."

But his parents didn't leave proudly.

On the contrary, both of them were worried.

They used to be poor peasants, and the land they owned would not be larger than a garden.

When they first moved here, the land could only afford a pig and a few chickens; however, they were quite diligent and capable people, and now they have also raised cattle and geese.

For them, everything is getting better and better.

On this beautiful morning, they should have gone to the church happily, if there was no such son who made them worry.

Dad complained that he was clumsy and lazy and didn't care at all about what he could learn in school. He was such a useless waste, and even asking him to put gooses was not reassuring.

What he said is true, and my mother cannot deny it, but what she worried most was that his wildness was difficult to tame and was not good at learning: he was cruel to animals and was disrespectful to humans.

"Lord, please make his heart softer and make his temperament softer and more kind!"

Mom murmured, "Otherwise, he will bring misfortune to himself and us."

The stood there for a long time, thinking about whether to read the Hadith.

Finally, he made up his mind that this time it would be better to listen to his parents obediently.

So he sat in the big armchair and started reading.

He chanted in a low voice for a while, his voice was vague and vague, and it seemed to have a hypnotic effect on himself. He shook his head and took a nap without realizing it.

The outside world is already full of spring and beautiful! The calendar has just turned to March 20th, but the West Wynman Hoger Parish in South Sgena Province, where the 's home is located, has already been full of spring.

Although it is not green all over the field, the trees are full of vitality.

The ice and snow in the ditch have melted, and the water is flowing everywhere, and the colts of winter flowers beside the canal are in full bloom.

Various wild grasses growing between the cracks of the rocks shine with brown light.

The beech trees in the distance seemed to be expanding every second, becoming thicker and thicker.

The sky is so high and so blue.

The 's door was half open, and the lark outside was roaring, and its cry was clearly heard in the room.

Hens and flocks of geese flapping their wings in the yard.

The cows in the cowshed had already smelled the coming of spring, and made low mooing sounds from time to time, expressing their happy praise.

While chanting the Hadith, the couldn't help but take a nap. He desperately wanted to fight the Sandman who came up.

"No! I don't want to fall asleep," he thought, "if this happens, I will never finish the Hadith all morning."

However, somehow, he fell asleep.

He didn't know whether he had slept for a while or had been sleeping for most of the day.

However, he was awakened by the sensible sound from behind.

On the windowsill in the house, a small mirror was placed, facing him.

Looking into the mirror, you can see clearly and clearly any movements in the whole room.

The looked up and looked into the mirror.

At this time, he saw that the lid of his mother's suitcase had been opened.

His mother's oak suitcase was big and heavy, wrapped in iron on all sides. She did not allow others to open it easily except herself.

The wardrobe contains things she inherited from her mother and treasures she cherishes very much.

In the box there were several dresses worn by old peasant women, made of red tweed, a short corset and pleated fir-lined, and a brooch with small beads.

There was also a headdress made of white linen, heavy silver ornaments and silver chains in the box.

Now, the villagers no longer wear these clothes in a fashionable way, and his mother also wanted to discard these miscellaneous items several times.

But she was a little reluctant to do so.

Now, the could see clearly through the mirror and the lid of the suitcase was opened.

He didn't know how this happened. Before leaving, his mother clearly covered the box cover.

He was the only one staying at home, and she would never let the lid of her beloved suitcase be opened.

At this time, his mood was a little depressed and a little scared.

He was afraid that a thief would sneak into the room.

He didn't dare to move, and sat there tightly, staring at the mirror with his eyes tightly.

He sat there, waiting for the thief to show up, and wanted to know what the black shadow fell on the suitcase was.

He looked at him and couldn't believe his eyes more and more.

However, after a few more glances at the first glance, it became clearer and clearer.

He quickly realized that it was a real thing.

That was nothing else, but it was really an elf, who was squatting on the edge of the suitcase!

The undoubtedly heard stories about the elves, but he never dreamed that they were such tiny guys.

This elf squatting on the edge of the suitcase is not as tall as a palm.

He had an old face covered with wrinkles, but there was no beard on his face.

He wore a black coat and knee-length shorts and a wide-edged black hat on his head.

He was dressed ingeniously and graceful, with white lace on his neckline and cuffs, shoelace buckles on his shoes, and bows on his shirt cuffs.

He took out an embroidery from his suitcase and sat there and carefully admired the fine workmanship of the old-fashioned handicraft. He was so obsessed that he had never noticed that the had woken up.

The looked at the elf in surprise, but he was not very frightened.

The elves are so small that humans cannot be afraid of him.

Moreover, since the elf is so focused on his ornamental objects, his eyes ignore other things and his ears ignore other sounds, the thinks, and teases him, such as pushing him into a box, then covering the lid tightly, or something similar, should be very interesting.
To be continued...