Who Is Miko “Mike” Polar?
We rolled through the piles of garbage and hit the table. I scratched the little figure on it's hand, it threw back with a yelp and jumped at me, hitting me to the groins my eyes bulked and I let out a sound that normally only some kind of a dying animal could do. When I got back my balance I noticed that the figure was trying to run away, I also saw the weird red, pointed hat it had. I drove it on the ground with a roar. Both of us were shouting out curses so bad that even a sailor would have fainted. The fight continued for several minutes. At one point I, got the upper hand. 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 cried.
“Why did you steal my cake?!” I shouted out in anger.
“I was hungry!” the creature snapped back.
“And who or what in the hell are you!?” I asked while, loosening my grip from his hands.
“A gnome!” It shouted back
I let go in astonishment and fell backwards.
“A gnome!!?” I shouted out.
“Yes that’s what I said you idiot!” it said.
“Bu-But that’s impossible!” I stuttered out.
“Is it?!” the gnome had now gotten out of my grip and was facing me head on.
“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. I had the feeling I had just insulted the... gnome. The anger was starting to fade.
“You see?” it said.
I lifted my head and looked at it, still unable tell my brain to believe what I had just heard “OK! Now that we got that sorted out…”Talk about a sudden transition, I thought.
“My name is Miko Polar from Santa’s house in Lapland.” Miko said changing his tone of voice into a slightly warmer one. He bowed to 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.”
“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! Okay,” 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 moment 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. I felt tired and I didn't want to bicker about anything else today.
“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
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