The elves came to stay with us when I was nine. They were noisy creatures and we would hear them stomping on an old crib on the ceiling. We heard them from morning till night. They kept us awake at night.
One night, when it was particularly unbearable, Papa mustered enough courage and called out
Of course, we had tried restraining him for we didn't know how the elves would react to such audacity.
Exuse me? Our family would like to sleep, please? Resume your banging tomorrow!
We got the shock of our lives when silence suddenly filled the house no more banging, no more stomping from the elves. Papa turned to us smugly. Sheepishly, we turned in for the night, thankful for the respite.
Tthe smug look on Papa's face the night before turned into anger for shortly before six, the banging started again, and louder this time! We got up and tried speaking to the elves but got no response. The banging continued all day and into the night, And at exactly six a.m. the next day, it started again.