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The
Real Reindeer
Across the
ice of the Arctic Circle, a brown shape moved slowly. It was a real
reindeer, separated from his herd in a snowstorm. One night
as he gazed into the sky, the reindeer saw something strange flying
towards him. With a crash it landed on the snow a few yards away, and a
jolly man called out. "Need a job?" the man asked. "One of
my reindeer left at short notice." The
reindeer cleared his throat. "Er, well, the fact is… I've never
learned to fly." The old
man was doubled up with laughter. "Don't worry. I give on the job
training. Come on!" So the
reindeer took his place with the others. "Hurry up!" cried the
man in red, climbing into the sleigh. "This is a busy night for me!
Three, two, one… lift off!" All that
night the sleigh flew over towns and villages delivering presents. At last
the old man pulled off his cap. "Just one more present to deliver,"
he said. Soon the
sleigh flew over a snowy landscape once more. "Will this be okay?"
asked the old man. "There seems to be a few reindeer here already. Do
you mind?" "Mind?
It's my family!" cried the reindeer joyfully. And he ran off to join
them. "Well
that’s the last present delivered," chuckled Santa Claus. "See
you all next year."
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