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Haven’t posted anything in ages! Here is a really short prologue for the story that I am currenty writing. Hope you like it!

When I wake up, everything is swaying. My head is hurting horribly. Mum comes into view. Well, at least I think it’s Mum. She is swirling around everywhere and she is very blurry. “Are you alright?” “Urrggh…” Joshua suddenly appears with a big plastic bucket. He throws cold water all over me. That shocks me awake. I look around. I am in my room and the repair men are gathered worriedly outside. I groggily sit up. “What just happened?” I cry. “Mum was wondering what you were doing, and came outside. She had a minor panic attack.” Joshua tells me carelessly.

This is part one. Hope you like it!

Sorry I havent posted for a while. I decided I had to post something before the holidays were over. THis is a shorter chapter, hope you enjoy it.

They slid back into the Meeting Square. The sky was tinged with pink. “I need to get home!” Goldie panicked. “Don’t worry, it’s only 5:00.” He pushed the sleigh into the garage. “I won’t see you until next year.” Goldie’s eyes sparkled with tears. “I’ll miss you,” and then she flung herself into Santa’s plump belly. “Hey, hey! No tears.” He wiped the tears off.

The gang smacked the reindeers so hard that they had to fly up to the hide-out. Rival cackled gleefully and clapped his hands. “We’ve finally got revenge…..and next we are going to make a potion making the reindeers obey better,” he glared at the reindeers, “so that makes our path easier.” Rudolph shuddered in fright. One of the Evil Elves hobbled towards the boot of the sleigh and tugged a baseball bat out. He struck a squirming sack and then it stopped wiggling.

The sleigh slid soundlessly back into the Meeting Square. Goldie jumped off. It was evening now and the sky was dotted with twinkling stars. Santa turned to Goldie. “Rival and the Elves will return. But,” Santa pointed at the sack, “We’ll have to send the presents before they wake up again.” Goldie told him, “I’ll just get my notebook and other things that I might need.” She winked mysteriously.

When Goldie woke, she was chained onto a cold wall. Santa, Rudolph and Goldie were locked in a vast cage. Everything was dark and gloomy. Goldie’s legs and tail was chained. Santa was still unconscious, his legs and arms spread out around him. She tried to wriggle out of the chain’s tight grip, but it looked like that the Evil Elves had done their job. Goldie hung her head, in despair. Then Santa yawned and looked around. Santa glanced at Goldie.

Later, the sleigh gently stopped in the frost covered roof of the Workshop. Santa stroked a reindeer, saying, “We’ll be back, Rudolph.”

Goldie whispered, “Whose Rudolph?”

Next morning, Goldie was walking with Choi’s daughters, Selma and Rachel to day camp. Goldie tripped on many gum nuts and grumbled, “I wish I lived in the North Pole with Santa.” They arrived and waved goodbye. Choi lead Goldie back home and Choi settled on watching TV. Goldie tugged the light cord and the kennel was flooded with light. She shut the flap door and sharpened her claws on the wall. She had work to do.