(https://pokecharms.com/threads/the-christmas-conundrum-signups.18452/#post-561358)
The bells are ringing, kids are singing, and farmers are asking for shears- why the splendid day of Christmas nears! While everybody is filled with delight, it seems the fellows in the north pole are in a fright. All of the elves, are in complete shock- struggling to find their beloved Santa who hasn't given a knock.
With three days left to find the big man it's surely looking mere, and every tick of the clock, the chances are getting sheer! The head of the elves find only the bravest, who must go, to the land that surely never snows.
Will they be the heroes, to give happiness to all? Or will they be the ones, who makes Christmas, come to a fall?
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Soren trudged through the snow, pulling the leash that was attached to his dog- Prancer. "Pick up the pace, pal!" he shouted over the wind howling above him, but Prancer had no intentions of speeding up, as the chubby little thing was all tuckered out from walking this far. Soren was almost at his house, when a strange chime was heard, so he decided to follow it. The chime had gotten louder and louder, until he came upon a small elf that stood in the middle of the road he was walking beside- curious, the Soren called out to the little elf, but it just stared at him.
When he ran closer and got face to face with the seemingly-girl elf, she disappeared, dropping a small letter on the ground. It read,
"Meet with the others, at this very spot, to save our Santa, who seems to be caught."
Soren just shrugged and looked at Prancer, who was just as ponderous as he was. Then thought to himself. What does it mean, others...?
He looked all around him, standing alone, in the middle of nowhere.
The bells are ringing, kids are singing, and farmers are asking for shears- why the splendid day of Christmas nears! While everybody is filled with delight, it seems the fellows in the north pole are in a fright. All of the elves, are in complete shock- struggling to find their beloved Santa who hasn't given a knock.
With three days left to find the big man it's surely looking mere, and every tick of the clock, the chances are getting sheer! The head of the elves find only the bravest, who must go, to the land that surely never snows.
Will they be the heroes, to give happiness to all? Or will they be the ones, who makes Christmas, come to a fall?
___________________________________________
Soren trudged through the snow, pulling the leash that was attached to his dog- Prancer. "Pick up the pace, pal!" he shouted over the wind howling above him, but Prancer had no intentions of speeding up, as the chubby little thing was all tuckered out from walking this far. Soren was almost at his house, when a strange chime was heard, so he decided to follow it. The chime had gotten louder and louder, until he came upon a small elf that stood in the middle of the road he was walking beside- curious, the Soren called out to the little elf, but it just stared at him.
When he ran closer and got face to face with the seemingly-girl elf, she disappeared, dropping a small letter on the ground. It read,
"Meet with the others, at this very spot, to save our Santa, who seems to be caught."
Soren just shrugged and looked at Prancer, who was just as ponderous as he was. Then thought to himself. What does it mean, others...?
He looked all around him, standing alone, in the middle of nowhere.