The girl smoothed out her dress and knelt in front of the boulder. Reaching out one small fist, she closed her eyes and knocked. "Come out, Mr. Elf," she called. "It's Gerta, and I want to play with you." She waited. When nothing happened, she took a crumpled piece of paper out her dress pocket and opened it. "I brought you some gifts," she said. She set them out before the boulder. "I brought you a flower, one of Mom's honey cakes that I only ate some of, a stone that looks like an eye, and Papa's dried fish that I only ate some of." She arranged them on the ground, and looked up at the boulder and waited.

When nothing happened, the girl stood and brushed off her dress. "I can see that you are busy." She collected her things. "I will come another time." She walked down the hill back to her house.

Several minutes later, the boulder opened and a small man in a cloth robe stepped out. Seeing no one, he went back in saying "Nagtha tek a dasaispo f askrova krah." Which, of course, means "Why do they always knock when I'm in the bath?"