Kitchen Mischief

The elf turned the cereal bowl into a fishing hole: a pencil rod, a string line, a ring of cereal on the hook, and a little pile of the day's catch.

Three mystery cereals wait in numbered cups with scorecards. The elf wants to know which one the North Pole should stock.

The elf went in after one cookie and got stuck. In the morning he's inside the cookie jar with crumbs on his face and a tiny note on the glass: Help, I can't get out.

Overnight the elf found the kitchen 'snow' and made a perfect snow angel in a patch of flour, with tiny footprints walking away from it.

The kids open the fridge and everything stares back: the milk, the eggs and the ketchup all have big googly eyes, and the elf is sitting on the top shelf looking very pleased with himself.

The milk pours out bright green this morning, and the elf is sitting by the jug with a note: real elves only drink North Pole milk.

Breakfast is served, elf style: tiny stacks of pancakes no bigger than a coin, a dot of butter on top of each, and the elf at the head of the table holding a spoon like a chef.