There are many stories that the residents of San Francisco tell about their forests. Since the trees, like people, change places and walk, until there are very small beings that do evil things to people, just to laugh and play with them. These tiny beings are known as elves, although some call them ghosts or forest spirits.
According to many legends, elves are there to protect nature. They do not allow anyone to harm the rivers, plants or animals. But they also say that there are some mocking elves, who take pleasure in playing mischief with people. They hide things from them, break them, shout in their ears and even make them get lost. They say that it is as horrible to get a bad elf as it is to get a mocking elf.
In San Francisco, the townspeople give recommendations to those who arrive and tell them:
_Compai, don't go around those parts if you don't want to know the color of the bachacos - they say with a tone of security and mystery.
_Don't take that path at this hour, so late, look that your times may cross - another intervenes with a hint of mockery and experience.
Those who have not paid attention are sometimes not found, and those who leave the forest say that the goblins took them to their lands and talk as if they were crazy, as if they were still lost.
