Stufur watched as Gully Gawk was tackled by three Elf Supervisors just on the other side of the bushes. Each of the elves were covered in chicken feathers and straw and looked like they had been in the barn when they ruckus took place. They didn’t look happy about it either.
“You come with us!” Stufur heard one shout.
“The Reindeer Council will want to hear about this,” said another, “you’ve thrown our training schedule completely out of whack. The camp’s a mess and I’m not getting blamed for this!”
Pot Scraper crawled over to a break in the bushes and squinted for a better look. The Elves were joined by a small herd of reindeer and they all surrounded Gully Gawk. Pot Scraper watched as they jumped on the reindeer, who quickly leapt into the air and few towards the north.
Pot Scraper, Bowl Licker and the rest of the Yule Lads hiding in the trees looked at each other. They had to get to the Council to tell their side of the story before the Elves did!
Bowl Licker sent a puffin ahead to make arrangements for all twelve Yule Lads to get ride across the ocean. As quickly as they could, the troll brothers took off for the coast. When they arrived, they jumped on a polar bear transport and headed for the North Pole.
On the way, Stufur laid out the plan.
“Sheep Cote, Door Slammer, Window Peeper and I will go see the Council,” he said. “Spoon Licker, you take Pot Scraper, Bowl Licker and Door Sniffer and find where they’re keeping Gully Gawk. Keep him company so nothing else happens. Everyone BEHAVE.” He warned.
“Candle Beggar, you and Meat Hook go with Sausage Swiper, and Skyr Gobbler. See if you can get any friends you have up there – elf or reindeer – to help us out.”
Let’s go get Gully Gawk!
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