Who Is Miko “Mike” Polar?
We rolled through the piles of garbage and hit the table. There was scratching, biting hitting, kicking and ripping. Both of us were shouting out so bad curses that even a sailor would have fainted! The fight continued for several minutes. After the fight I was on the little creature holding its hand on its back pushing it up so that the creature could not move.
“I give up! I give up!” the creature shouted.
“Why did you steal my cake?!” I shouted out in anger.
“I was hungry!” the creature shouted back.
“And who or what in the hell are you!?” I asked while loosening my grip
“A gnome!” It shouted back
I let off in astonishment and fell backwards.
“A GNOME!!?” I shouted out
“Yeas that’s what I said you idiot!” it said
“BU-BUT that’s impossible!” I mumbled out
“Is it?!” the gnome had now gotten out of my grip and was fazing me in the eyes.
“Hell yes!” I shouted
“Oh! Really. So I’m only your imagination?” it said
“So all my memories would be just your dream! Is that `it´!” its voice jumped up
I fell into silence, and looked away in shame.
“You see?” it said
I lifted my head and looked at it, still unable tell my brain to believe what my heart understood.
“OK! Now that we got that sorted out…” it said
“My name is Miko Polar from Santa’s house in Lapland.” Miko said changing his tone of voice into a slightly more friendly. He bowed at me
“Hello Miko…” I started
“Call me Mike… Or Mike Polar with in friends.” Mike said
“Well hello Mike…” I corrected myself
“So you’re a gnome from where again?” I asked
“Lapland. Where Santa lives” He said
“I thought that Santa lived in North Pole.” I said
“No he does not. I do not understand why people believe in that. The only things that lives there are penguins”
“Oh! Ok,” I said a bit dazzled
The gnome stood up looking at me. He had a white beard and a small gnome hat on his head.
“I didn’t know that there were gnomes.” I said while I was getting up.
He (or it) looked at me with a cold gaze which made me shut my mouth.
“I always thought that you were called elves.” I said quickly
He turned his gaze away from my books and turned at me
“Elves are a race of its own, you know.” He snapped
I stayed quiet for a while. We both were quiet for a long while. After a while I broke the silence and asked: “Would you want some tea?”
“No. But I could take some coffee.” He answered
“So, Mike, was it?” I said while we were drinking our coffees
“Yes?” The gnome said rising its eyes from its cup
“You said that you were from ST. Nicks home, yes?” I asked
“Yes that’s true.” He said now appearing a bit interested
“Why are you here?” I asked suddenly.
That remark could have been an arrow, because after I had said it his eyes went blank and he fell quiet.
“Well?” I continued
“I was kicked out. I won’t say why.” He said. “After they kicked me out I started as a traveling gnome.” He went on.
“In a few years I found a place and started living there… until I was kicked out of there as well. Now a week ago I found this place.” He said
“Ah. Alright then.” I said
“You would not mind if I went to sleep now, now would you?” I asked as I sat up from my chair.
“No. I will go an’ sleep soon myself.” Said the gnome
“OK. Good night!” I said while going up the stairs to my room.
“Good night!” He shouted back as I swam into my bed








