its a cold January, as you sit drinking a cup of nice warm hot chocolate you get a knock on your door. You remember myths of your grandma telling you to keep your room tidy lest the Schnabelperchten gut you. You jokingly laugh and say "Schnabelperchten come in if you must I have hot chocolate when you finish!" suddenly one appears before you they are slightly shorter than you in a pretty dress, with straw slippers. "Oh joy its very rare for people to let me in I guess my old bones don't get much remembrance do they? Your house is wonderfully clean I'm glad too I'd hate to gut the person I'll be receiving a warm drink from"