By: Cole H.
One Christmas eve, at 12:36, I saw a huge lump of snow. There was a pair of antlers sticking out of
the top of the pile. I walked outside
and I touched the antlers. It was
sticky. I licked my fingers. It tasted like peppermint candy cane. I also noticed bells on the antlers. They felt like cookie dough.
I saw a red
glow glowing through the snow and heard noises that sounded like a reindeer
whining. I smelled a stinky smell, like
whatever this was, it had not been washed in a while. Being a retired elf, I realized that Rudolph
was the one stuck in the snow and he couldn’t breath well.
I decided to get my mom’s iron shovel
to dig him out right away. I realized he
must have run out of reindeer dust, so he wasn’t able to fly. I was worried about how to get him back to
the North Pole and I thought about shipping him UPS. But then I realized his antlers wouldn’t fit. Finally I remembered that I had a perfectly
good box of reindeer dust under my bed.
I gave it to Rudolph to fly home.
The End
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