Heavy snows were falling this morning with a strong wind tossing all the flakes in a chaotic wind howling symphonic dance. Fortunately this type of weather happens often enough we all have our ‘bundle up’ clothes to get back and forth. School was closed so that there was no chancing losing a few elfren somewhere in the snow.
But everything went along nicely today as far as preparations for Christmas. A few modifications are in place to the SOP (standard operational procedures) during snow storms like this. For example instead of filling up the bags on the cart outside, everything is stacked by the doors to keep the heat in and winds out. Of course these procedures were put into place hundreds of years ago so that these days everything is done with out a lot of thought to it.
Elf Paints-a-lot was given the sleigh last night to put the first coat of paint on. He has it taped off and rough sanded already. Knowing her, she will have it painted while I am telling the tale tonight so that it will be ready in the morning. She runs a very ambitious set of painters there at her shop, but no one is allowed to work on the sleigh but her!
The Elf Dok Tehr has some preliminary results but really wants to make sure she knows what is going on before he says anything. So tomorrow morning after swinging by to look at the sleigh I going to stop by to see him.
I am going to brush my teeth real quick. I had a late night cookie and need to get the sugar off my teeth! As soon as I get back we’ll get right to the tale!
“We are trying to find a new spot to live. Rasth..” Amalie began saying. “Rasth? You know Rasth? I met him last year. Nice chap he is. Strange diet. Clams. Don’t know how he can keep his weight just eating those small tid bits. He even brought one up for me to try. All I can say is ‘Yuck’! Of course I wasn’t as skilled at opening the shells and I ended up eating as much shell as I did clam. Whales and seals! Now that is good eating! Wait, sorry! I meant just whales. You are all too cute to eat. Yes indeed. Whales. Nice blubbery whales.” The group sat and stared at the polar bear. He was far different than any expected. Noisy was the first thought on half their minds; huge was the most common opinion. But there was also the strange feeling amongst all of them that he really had no intention of hurting them. Glancing around at each other they could sense that none of them were afraid and that the polar bear was not there to pose a threat. “I am Rayne, a Harp seal.” Rayne spoke as he turned fully. He then went on to introduce the rest of the cubs with the occasional wince as a rock dug into his belly. “Indeed you are a Harp seal Rayne. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am Harley, an Arctic Polar Bear.” Harley replied with a smile to relieve any tension that was still felt by the cubs. “So what brings you up on the land and especially on the roughest trek of rocks. It is hard enough to walk around here, can’t imagine having to slide on my belly.” “It is a bit painful,” Amalie said as she adjusted her body a bit to the left to get off a particularly pointed rock. “We are here because Rasth said we should seek help from Santa. He said Santa would be able to protect us from the humans.” “Ah. Humans.” Harley said. He had seen the remains of seal hunts and the damage the ships had left along the many ice packs he traveled on throughout his six years of life. He understood now why these cubs were working so hard to find a safe. But Harley also knew that there were many ships that plowed through the spring ice flows. “I have heard of Santa and have on an occasion or two met a few of the elves and once got close to a reindeer. But I was hungry at that time and I think the reindeer knew I had eating on my mind so it ran off. It was a curious story. I was foraging for berries as I had not found any..” Harley said as he sat back ready to tell the tale of his chance encounter with a reindeer. (to be cont)
Ok, last one in bed has to tell tomorrows tale! So get racing to bed HoHoHo!