She’s He-re! The Keebler Elf is He-re!
“We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.”― C.S. Lewis
You may not believe this, but I do have an elfen friend . . .
No! Her ears are not pointy (perhaps this warrants closer perlustration), nor does she wear a felted suit with those slender, jester slippers. But her hands and feet–O, how Lilliputian-like they are! That’s proof enough, is it not?
How do I know she’s an elf, you ask? Well, oftentimes this Polly-Pocket sprite is seen frequenting lakes, rivers and forests, usually groveling on the forest floor or inspecting, with squinted eyes, trees and stumps or any other little orifices that nurse trees oft leave behind.
As the legend goes, she looks for tiny caches in which she places secret messages—not quite sure what. Perhaps some type of numerology—after all, elves are said to practice witchcraft.
But you know these petite pee-wees are mischievous, right? They’ll trick you as soon as your back is turned—my little Keebler elf (as we aptly named her) does this with a glint in her eye! A glint, I say! Ah, such trickery and deception this pixie practices! She claims she’s Geocaching, but I do beg to differ! Should I trust her with this Geocaching buffoonery? Beware the Keebler Elf!
Have you ever heard of Geocaching?
Daily Gratitude: hearing from a former 6th-grade student who is a junior at Cornell
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