"BANG...bang bang bang...BANG BANG"

Ah, I think to myself, summons from the other world. Wait, it is not late enough to be that... must be summons from the other room. I walk over to the intercom and pick up the phone. Nothing.

"thump thump bang thump BANG"

Cocking my head toward the continuing racket seemingly from within my wall, I wonder why she is still pounding if she does not want to talk. Perhaps, this summons is to her presence...
Open door, close door, open door. And behold, the source of the pounding is lying contentedly in bed, with a retinue standing round.

"You knocked, but didn't pick up," I say reproachfully.
"Yes, that's because I can't get out of bed once I put myself there," replys the Sprit.

She continues to explain, gleefully proud of her own ingenuity, that if she puts herself to bed, and knocks, people will have to come to her, rather than having to fly all over looking for the same people.

"I see."

Good nights are said and the girls wander off to their respective rooms.

Standing next to her bed, I begin to scold the Sprit for making such a racket so late in the evening, shaking my finger for emphasis.

"No more," I say with a poke in the general direction of her blanket covered mid-drif.
"squeak, giggle, squeak. But why not? It worked, didn't it?"
"Yes, but I have homework to finish." With another poke or two (perhaps a few more) for good measure.

This time there is no reply, because the Sprit has been reduced to a squeaking, giggling, squirming mass of hands and gasps.
Hmmm, perhaps this "once in bed, in bed for good" rule can be to my advantage....

"squeak squeak giggle gasp... I re-squeak-sent giggle gasp squeak being forced giggle giggle squeak squeak to make gasp giggle squeak these ridic- gasp-ulous noises squeak!"
"What's that? I can't quite make out what you are saying. Do try to speak more clearly, dear."

The Sprit glares at me as best she can between continued giggles and 'undignified' squeaks, pawing at where my hand used to be in a fruitless attempt to prevent any more tickling.
Pausing in my assault, she gasps out her former assertion.

"I resent being forced to make these ridiculous noises! And in my own bed, too!!"

Now it is my turn to laugh, happily clapping my hand and bending over in an effort to remain quiet.

"Ah mon ami, only you would come up with such a protest"