Scunner the Grumpy Elf has been trying to find my magic key. He looked for it in Scotland. Then he looked for it in London. He sent me another email today:
We arrived at Paris at 3 a.m. Even though it was so late we still had to be careful. It’s an awfy busy city and very well lit. We flew across the city and arrived at the Eiffel Tower. As we flew around it Glaikit shouted out.
“Jings, I see it Scunner. I see it right there.”
He’s awfy daft and the next thing I knew he had fallen out. I had to get Tumshie to turn a sharp left. We sped towards the tower and I saw that Glaikit had got his braces caught on the top of the tower.
Och Santa, my heart was nearly in my mouth. I could see his braces begin to break.
“Dinnae stretch too far Glaikit!”
“I’ve got it!” He shouted and then twangggggggggg! His braces snapped.
Thankfully he only fell about ten feet before he grabbed hold of an aerial.
I was not going to get close enough. Then I had an idea. I asked Birly to take the reins and I took my elf troosers off.
“Grab these Glaikit!” I dangled my troosers from the sleigh and he grabbed onto the end of one of the legs.
Birly snapped the reins and Tumshie flew into the air. Glaikit came with use and used my troosers to climb into the sleigh. As he did I had to let go of them to help him in. The last time I saw them they were falling into the River Seine. Luckily I brought three pairs so I’ll not get too cold. Or embarrassed.
It wasnae your key Santa. It was just a wee loose bit of the Eiffel tower.
Dinnae worry Santa.
I know where to go next.
Oh dear. I had hoped he would find my magic key. I wonder where he’ll go next? Do you have any ideas?
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