"Tinka no like cleaning armor, no like at all! Tinka never leave her whisk if Tinka no have to!"

The elf scurried into the kitchen. Whisk! Where go'd it?? "Whisk, where Tinka leave you? Where Tinka find you?" CLATTER. CRASH. BANG. "Tinka move whole kitchen if Tinka have to! Did a studentsie move whisk-whisk? Little Toddles did?" SCRAPE. BANG. "There you is, whisk! Tinka miss you!" She cradled it in her arms like a baby, determined never to let it out of her sight again.

It was then that she noticed the remarkable amount of studentsies in her kitchen. "Why so many studentsies?" Two of them walked out just then, but there were still too many people around for Tinka's liking. Hands flapping, she exclaimed, "Studentsies! Too many studentsies make for dirty kitchen!"