There was once a witch who
could do all sorts of things. One day she unknowingly gave life to a pancake
she was making, and it rolled away. However, it was wintertime, so it nearly
froze to death in the wild until a little girl found him. Since she saw he
could talk, she thought he was special and rescued him, taking him home and
naming him Kalabok. He was so grateful and touched by the girl’s kindness that
he vowed to protect her and her family, which was poor and victim of all sorts
of evil sprites. But what could a pancake do except roll around? He decided to
go ask the witch, his creator, to give him powers that would make him useful
(in the spring time). The witch was surprised, but she was good-hearted so she
granted his wish, and Kalabok became a small sprite himself, light and
elvish-like. His cleverness allowed him to make the most of his simple powers,
and he became the guardian spirit of the house, warding off bad deeds, making
little miracles for situations like when bread ran out. All he needed to keep
up his energy was a bag of flour now and then. Kalabok protected the family for
generations to come, and kindness was seen as an important family value, as it
had earned them their faithful little sprite. The day came, however, in which
the house was left deserted as the great great great grandchildren had
gradually settled down elsewhere, and no one would buy it since it was so old.
Poor Kalabok! He still lingers there, hoping his scattered family would return
someday.
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