Sunday, 24 December 2017

the shelf elf

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring.  Not even a...

"Hum-dee-dum-dee-dum-dee-dum...  Hum-dee-dum-dee-do..." Seville sang to himself as he trotted into the family room.  "Oh, hello there," he said, "and a very Merry Christmas, to you."

"Wait a minute," and Seville stopped in his tracks.  "Wait a nip pickin' mousin' minute.  Just who the mousie mousin' mouses are you?"  Seville eyed the little creature standing before him.  Screwing up his nose, he sniffed the air.  "You smell like...  Like... Like sugar cookies, I think.  Sugar cookies?  MOUSES!"

The creature looked around furtively and made a dash for under the chesterfield, but he wasn't fast enough, and  Seville snagged the corner of his jacket with a claw.  He lifted his paw and dangled the creature in the air, inspecting him up and down.  "I SAID, who the mousie mouses are you?"

"Well I'm not a mouse," the creature answered, a tremor in his voice.

"I can see that.  I'm not stupid, you know.  I'm a cat and cats, by nature, are extremely intelligent beings.  Hmmm...  You are mouse-sized, though."

"But not mouse-tasting," the creature quickly said.

"Yeah, yeah...  No one said anything about eatin' ya, did they?  But now that you bring it up..."

The creature trembled.

"Don't worry," and Seville placed the creature back onto the floor.  "You look too grizzly for good eatin'.  Plus, I don't eat elves."

The creature breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me tell you somethin', little guy.  There's no better way for a cat to end up on Santa's naughty list than to eat one of his elves.  You eat one of the big guy's elves, and you end up on that list faster than you can say, cheese on a nip pizza."  Seville narrowed his eyes.  "But even though I know you're an elf, I still expect an explanation as to why you're here.  Just what the mousie mouses are you doin' in my house, on Christmas Eve?  Huh?  HUH?  Answer me that, why don't ya."

"I uh..."

"SPIT IT OUT!" Seville yelled.  "But don't actually spit, okay?  We're not allowed to spit in the house.  MOUSES!"

The creature - elf - looked confused.

At that moment, Mason entered the room.  She looked at the elf on the floor, and then at her brother, Seville.  "Why is that knickknack on the floor?  Did you knock it down?" she asked.

"He's not a knickknack," Seville explained.  "He's an elf."

Mason rolled her eyes.  "It might look like an elf, but it's really a knickknack.  It's an elf knickknack, I guess.  It's supposed to be up on the mantle.  It's an Elf on the Shelf."

Seville peered at the elf.  "But Mason, he's alive.  Knickknacks aren't supposed to be alive, are they?  Nah, that there elf is an actual elf.  A real live elf, and not a shelf elf, whatever that is.  Look," and Seville poked the elf with a claw.

"Ouch!" cried the elf.

"See?" Seville said to his sister.  "He's alive.  He's definitely an elf."

"Perhaps..." the elf began.  "Perhaps I can explain.  I am an elf, and I was sitting up there, up on that shelf, and..."

"What the mouses were you doin' up on our shelf?" Seville asked.

"Well, I was..."

"ARE YOU A SPY?" Seville cried.  "Were you up there spying on us?  Did Santa send you to spy on us cats?  Of all the..."

"Well, I was..."

"NAME; NUMBER; RANK," Seville demanded.  "Well?  What are they?  Spit it out, man!  NOW!  But remember, don't actually spit, okay?  We're not allowed to spit in the house."

"My name is Alfie," the elf answered, "and yes, I'm a kind of..."  He hesitated.  "I guess..  I guess I'm kind of a spy."

Mason and Seville dropped their jaws, in unison.

The elf looked down at the floor.  "I'm an elf on a shelf, okay?  A shelf elf, as you put it.  I couldn't cut it as a toy making elf," and he looked down at his hands.  "I'm all thumbs when it comes to making toys, so Santa thought maybe I could be a shelf elf.  And yes, we shelf elves are spies of sorts, but..."

"But what." and Seville pursed his lips together.

"But apparently I can't cut it as a shelf elf, either," Alfie sighed.  "I was supposed to be spying on a family with three little boys who were caught bullying other children, but I missed my train connection in New Brunswick, and in my hurry to catch the next train, I got on one going in the wrong direction, and..."

"And?" Seville asked through gritted teeth.

"And I ended up here.  At your house.  Up on your shelf."

Seville sat back on his haunches.  "Hmmm..."

"And now I don't know how to get back to the North Pole," the elf added.  "I had hoped that when Santa didn't get any reports from me - reports about those three little boys - that he would send out a search party, but no one has come.  And tonight is Christmas Eve.  If I don't get home tonight, I'll be stuck here until next Christmas."

"WELL I CAN'T ALLOW THAT," stated Seville.  "Goodness knows what kinda dirt a spyin' elf could dig up if he were spyin' on me for an entire year.  It's bad enough you've been here for as long as you have!"  He turned to his sister, "Mason we're gonna have to find a way to get this elf back home."

"Speak for yourself, Sivvers," and Mason looked up from the paw she had been washing.  "Having a spy elf here for an entire year isn't going to bother me.  I don't get into mischief like you."

Seville scowled.

"Besides," Mason continued.  "I don't think it's nearly as big a problem as the two of you think," and she went back to washing her paw.

Seville grabbed hold of Mason's shoulders and shook her.  "DID YOU NOT HEAR HIM?" he yelled.  "HE COULD BE STUCK HERE SPYIN' ON US FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!"

Mason rolled her eyes.  "Seville, get a grip.  Tonight is Christmas Eve."

"I KNOW!!!" and Seville stomped a paw.  "Alfie, here, has to get back to the North Pole by tonight, or..."

"That's right, I do," and Alfie vigorously nodded his head up and down in agreement.  "I have to get home by tonight, or I'm done for."

"Do I have to explain everything to you?  Boys are so...  Oh!  Tonight is Christmas Eve," and Mason looked from Seville to Alfie, and then back to Seville again.  Tonight is Christmas Eve!"

"We already know that part.  That's the whole problem, sis," said Seville.  "Tonight is Christmas Eve."

"WELL..." Mason said, clearly exasperated.  "Oh for goodness sake.  Do I have to spell it out for you?  BOYS."

"I'm a pretty good speller, Mason.  I don't need your help spelling anythin' for me."  Seville turned to the elf and made a motion with one of his front paws, indicating he thought Mason was a little loopy from too much nip.

"For crying out loud, you two.  AND CUT THAT OUT!" she yelled at Seville.  "I'm not the one who has already been into the Christmas nip.  That, dear brother, would be you."

Seville sat down, looking somewhat deflated.

"Now listen up, you two.  This is Christmas Eve.  Tonight, after all we cats are tucked into bed, Santa is going to come here to our house, bringing..."

"Oh, he's bringin' us nip mice," Seville confided in Alfie.  "That's what we asked for this year.  Nip mice for everyone, and.."

"I SAID LISTEN UP!" Mason hollered.  "You know you can't listen and talk at the same time, Seville.  Now as I was saying, Santa will be coming here, to our house, tonight.  Here.  HERE.  To our house.  TONIGHT."

Seville looked down at a paw, then up at his sister.  "And your point would be?"

Mason closed her eyes and stomped her front paws.  "My point is, the shelf elf here, can hitch a ride home with Santa."

"Oh," said Seville.

"Oh!" cried Alfie.

"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place?" Seville asked his sister.

Mason rolled her eyes.  "Boys," and she shook her head in dismay.  "Alfie, the Christmas tree is in the living room, and I'm pretty sure there's a plate of nip cookies already out for Santa.  Just sit next to the cookies, and Santa is bound to see you.  You'll be back at the North Pole by dawn."

"And uh..." Seville hesitated.  "When you do get back there...  There's no need to be tellin' Santa about anythin' naughty you might have witnessed me doin' while you were here, okay?"


"Anything naughty like what?" Mason asked, suspiciously.

"Well I don't know, do I?" Seville hissed under his breath.  "I'm not sure for how long that elf has been here spyin' on us.  I don't know exactly what he might have seen, but I'm pretty sure he might have seen somethin'."

"Something like what?" asked Alfie.

"Nothin'," Seville quickly answered.  "Nothin' at all.  Never you mind.  As far as you're concerned, you saw me doin' nothin' but bein' good, okay?"

"Er-hm..." and Mason whispered in her brother's ear.  "I do believe that bullying elves is considered Naughty List material."

"It is?" Seville replied.  "NOW you tell me.  Awww...  MOUSES!"

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40 comments:

  1. What a wonderful story about the elf. We sure wish you a very Merry Christmas.

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    1. And a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you, too. PURRS.

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  2. Oh my! We are so glad he didn't end up here. That would have been a major disaster. Seville, you could plead your case....you need to explore naughty things to understand the difference between naughty and nice. teehee.

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    1. Explore the naughty in order to understand the nice... I LOVE IT! Gonna try that defence, for sure. purrs

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  3. An Elf on a shelf sure sounds more appealing than a fly on the wall. Little guy didn’t have much luck, I wonder how he is at growing nip?
    Toodle pip and seasonal purrs
    Erin

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    1. You know somethin', Erin? YOU'RE RIGHT! purrs

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  4. Great story! We sure hope Alfie gets home safe and sound...you kitties don't need some spying elf hanging around all year.

    Merry Christmas efurrybody!

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    1. SERIOUSLY. Spyin' elves in your house are NOT a good idea, at all. MOUSES!

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    1. MERRY CHRISTMAS SUMMER! And a Very Happy New Year. purrs

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  6. Merry Christmas!

    Purrs xx
    Athena and Marie

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    1. Merry Christmas, my friends! MERRY CHRISTMAS! purrs

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  7. We're glad you found a way to send that elf back to Santa ! Purrs

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  8. even elves deserve a good bullying sometime -right? Happy holidays!

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    1. Merry Christmas, my friends! MERRY CHRISTMAS! purrs

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  10. That is why I don't trust the elves! Hey, the cowl came yesterday, it sure is pretty and the Mom loves it! Merry Christmas everyone!

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    1. Oh my mouses, that was quick. I'm super pleased to hear your mum likes it. PURRS.

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  11. Your Shelf Elf tale was wonderful! I am so glad I have not had anything ike that happen at my townhouse!
    And Guys! I must say I LOVE your blog and your storied...
    I wish this Christmas Eve brings for you the gifts of happiness, good health & joy! 
    Purrs
    Marv

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    1. Marv, I love YOUR blog, too. And MERRY CHRISTMAS! Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year. PURRS

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  12. MOUSES! What a stroke of bad luck for that elf to end up at your house, guys! We sure hope he didn't see anything!

    Merry Christmas!

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    1. I don't think he saw me bein' naughty but... Well one never knows 'bout these things, do they. Hmmm... I had better keep my paws crossed, for sure. purrs

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    1. Merry Christmas Edie! MERRY CHRISTMAS! purrs

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  14. Warm wishes and purrs for a blessed Christmas and Happy New Year from all of us at Zee & Zoey's Cat Chronicles!

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    1. And a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you, too. PURRS

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  15. …….... (¯ O´¯)...
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    1. Oh my mouses! I LOVE that tree with all the hearts and musical notes. It's SO pretty. Thank you! PURRS.

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  16. Happy Stunning Christmas to all with lots of love.

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    1. Merry Christmas CK! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! purrs

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  17. You should have buried that nosey elf in the litter box :) Merry Christmas! XO

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    1. Next year, that's EXACTLY what I'm gonna do. Brilliant! purrs

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  18. Oh Seville, I'm glad that elf isn't in my house 'cause he might get confused & tell Santa that all the stuffs the D-O-G did was done by me! I hope your Christmas brought you top grade nip & jolly things! Hugs dear pals!

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    1. Oohhh.. and THAT would NOT be good. That would not be good at all! PURRS.

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  19. Here's hoping a Merry Christmas was had by all!

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    1. Oh, it was! It most definitely was, for sure. purrs

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  20. Seville and Mason that was the Bestest Christmas Elf story we have heard!
    Merry Christmas and Happy Mew Year
    Timmy and Family

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    1. I wonder if someone might like to make a movie of it... MOUSES!

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