It was possibly the smallest visitor that he ever had in the house.
Barely three feet and three inches tall in its stocking feet.
But, it never wore stockings. Or clothes of any sort.
Nothing but those peculiar horned rim glasses.
That made it look professorial and partially like a beatnik
that had awoke on the floor in some bohemian flat.
Also it only spoke in riddles.
Confusing rhymes that were like a religious chant.
Most importantly and unpredictably, he had accepted it.
This bizarre houseguest, as a friend.
Have a salty Saturday!
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