Somewhere on the edge of Hull...where the small folk dwell, in an attempt perhaps to gain entry to the outside world of the East Riding..lies a place where their citadel once stood...the only evidence of their existence.  

I was privileged enough to visit this small outpost, which is now long gone, replaced instead by the familiar silence of the old pumping station at Springhead, now filled with the echoes of a lost civilization that may still yet be scurrying about in the undergrowth when the tall folk go to bed. 

This lost civilization, emerging from the land of green ginger in the centre of Hull, appeared to make use of rats for power, turning as they did on wheels in a small room just inside the entrance area.  Others laboured to produce various products such as cheese, which were then exported presumably elsewhere in this tiny and as yet unexplored kingdom.  

Within the giant cavern beyond...lay the most spectacular site: the lost kingdom of Micopolis.  

I get chills thinking about it now, as an entire civilization lay there before out ears, tiny goings on in each building the evidence of a flourishing city, making use of tiny trade routes are said to exist in tunnels underneath the city, and which were rumoured to have been discovered by one Mike Covell, many years ago.  

They could not however (according to rumour) be found afterwards, and the little folk seemingly make a habit out of hiding their existence, but, for this brief period of time, they had laid it open for as yet unknown reasons, and I was astonished to see the abundance of what their civilization had wrought.  

Inside, just like our city, people went to and fro, going about their daily lives, getting rat burgers on what presumably is a nightly custom, and going to the gym next door; a rather ingenious placement of design that our people could do well to think about.  

In the higher buildings above, folk carry on with their nightly rituals, the city existing in permanent dark, choosing a place with which to facilitate this for as yet unknown reasons.  Perhaps they are nocturnal? living in small underground areas must precipitate this adaptation and I would not be shocked if this where the case. 

Since no attempt has been made (that we are aware of) to communicate with them, we do not know, and if there has been a secret exchange of knowledge, then Hull City Council owe it to us, the people of Hull, to release this information immediately so we can therefore get to know these tiny folk and welcome them more into our lives.  

It was evident that they are like us in many ways.  A burlesque show, the aforementioned burger place, gym, and even evidence of possible affairs by way of the man dangling precariously from a building up above, are evidence enough to me of enough similarities to warrant further investigation, and I hope to try and find out more about these little people and what they wish to achieve, if anything. 

If simple peace and undisturbed goings on are part of that, then so be it, but I do believe it's time for us, the people of this area, to commit to understanding them more and finding out where they came from.  

It's clear that they wished to communicate something, and as I left this wonderland and saw the delighted faces of those around me, tickled by the notion that they had shown us what their previously undiscovered world (complete with a beach), I could not help but be fascinated by them, but also saddened that they felt unable before this to welcome us into their lives.  

All I can hope for the future is more peaceful dialogue between us, and more of an understanding of this, the world of the little people.  

It's a small world after all...