Mr. And Mrs. Gadge T. Wiggs
Elf Hallow
Dear Mom and dad,
Well, I hardly know what to write today. To begin with, we were testing zebras. And as far as I could determine from the early test, zebras are eminently suited to the task of pulling the SANTA sleigh.
In the early test, you say? Well, yes, because as we started gaining speed, the temporometer clicking merrilly alone this… horrible darkness obscured the landscape. It was as though a very tall tower had materialized in front of us. There was a horrble creak-like-scream, a smell of fish that hasn’t seen the ocean in far too long.
When we woke up, Boggs and I, we were on the snow, in the wreckage of the sleigh. The zebras, I’m afraid, had been eaten.
Boggs keeps saying “I saw, I saw,” but can never say what he saw. He usually just starts screaming “The horror, the horror.”
They’re sending me in another assistant tomorrow. A girl. And meanwhile I’ve been asked to try eagles as sleigh pullers.
I just wish I knew what sent Boggs out of his mind. Perhaps he hit his head?
Yours ever,
WW
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