A Rat or Elf?

Once, I was sitting in the downstairs balcony, and saw something that I'm still not sure of as of this day. If it weren't that my grandmother saw it too, I would have admitted myself "nuts" right there and then, and instead of telling you this short tale, would be "in a better place" with padded walls, and tripping on meds. :O)

It was mid-afternoon and we sat quietly on the balcony, until my grandmother broke the silence with a question towards me; "Have you seen the rats we have living here in the garden?" she asked me, her eyes never leaving the garden. "No, not really," I answered back, "But I've seen the holes they've dug as homes."

Just then a "rat" sped across the "mini-pathway" that was made of concrete and covered with marble tile, which seperated both sides of the garden. We watched it run across, when suddenly it took the shape of what seemed to be a "little green man." [kind of like a small child-but in miniature]. "It" then, still running, and what seemed as paying us no mind, kept running until it reached a hole and "jumped right in."

My grandmother-her eyes still on the hole where it was last seen, then proceeded to ask me if I had seen "It." I told her "Yes" and that was the end of the conversation--"It" was never mentioned again.

--Nina