Meryl was destined to be different. Everyone was sure of it. From the day she was born, her Parents, Olinda and Fremont felt there was something odd about this child. For one thing, her hair was a dark, blackish color, unlike the hair of other elf’s, which tends to be blonde, or a mellow red. Another thing, she was taller then most her age. While her parents stood a proud 3.4 and 3.6, Meryl reached 3.7 at the age of 12, and 3.9 at the age of 15. But the thing that worried her parents most of all, was that she did not enjoy making toys.
“Meryl! Snap out of it!” Commanded one of her good friends, Ulla.
“Huh, what?” Asked Meryl, startled.
“You were daydreaming again, and started to paint the table, instead of that model car.” Ulla explained.
“Oh, whoops.” Meryl sighed, and dipped her brush back in the paint. The supervisor at table number 168 in the painting department came marching down the isle, and stopped when he came to Meryl.
“Meryl, what number car are you on?” He inquired. Meryl stopped painting, and thought for a minute before answering.
“49.” She answered softly, then waited for it to come.
“WHAT!!!!! DO YOU REALIZE IT IS ALMOST 6 MONTHES TILL CHRISTMAS, AND THE MOST YOU CAN PAINT IN A SHIFT IS 49!?”
“I’m sorry, I… I mean to do well and all, but…”
“But what?” There was a sinister tone in the supervisor’s voice.
“I just don’t think that, that I was meant to make toys.” As soon as the words had left her mouth, the room fell silent. All eyes were on Meryl. Since no one was talking, Meryl continued.
“I feel my time could be better spent doing something else then painting cars.” Meryl explained. The supervisor finally found his voice.
“I see, and what is it, that you would rather be doing?” Meryl detected a hint of a sneer.
“Well, I want to study, go to Elf University, get a major in physics and become a math teacher.”
“Meryl, you had better come with me. Everyone else, get back to work! Liesel, cut your break short and fill in for Meryl. We have some talking to do.” Meryl found herself being led down the isle, out the door and down a long corridor to the one place she wanted least to be. Santa’s Office.
Once they got there, the supervisor knocked, and a stout elf opened the door.
“Ahem, ah yes, what is it you want?”
“I need to see Santa at once! A most urgent matter concerning a young elf that doesn’t want to make toys.”
“I am sorry, but Santa is seeing no one today.”
“WHAT!?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!” Santa’s secretary jumped a little at the unexpected eruption, but held firm.
“Santa is swamped with June letters filled with requests, complaints about last Christmas, questions about his favorite type of cookie, and just wanted to say hi notes! Not to mention this month’s bills still have to be paid, there was an explosion in one of the kitchens and Rudolph has a broken nose! No, you may not see Santa today. Come back next Tuesday.” The fat little elf stopped to take a deep breath from his sudden exertion, and started to close the door.
“Wait Bamey, let them through.” Came a voice from inside, a deep jolly sounding voice.
“But, But your orders!” Spluttered Bamey.
“They weren’t my orders, they were the orders of Mrs. Clause, and what are you waiting for? I said LET THEM THROUGH!”
“Yes, sir. Right this way please.” Sighed Bamey, and let them through.
“Meryl! Snap out of it!” Commanded one of her good friends, Ulla.
“Huh, what?” Asked Meryl, startled.
“You were daydreaming again, and started to paint the table, instead of that model car.” Ulla explained.
“Oh, whoops.” Meryl sighed, and dipped her brush back in the paint. The supervisor at table number 168 in the painting department came marching down the isle, and stopped when he came to Meryl.
“Meryl, what number car are you on?” He inquired. Meryl stopped painting, and thought for a minute before answering.
“49.” She answered softly, then waited for it to come.
“WHAT!!!!! DO YOU REALIZE IT IS ALMOST 6 MONTHES TILL CHRISTMAS, AND THE MOST YOU CAN PAINT IN A SHIFT IS 49!?”
“I’m sorry, I… I mean to do well and all, but…”
“But what?” There was a sinister tone in the supervisor’s voice.
“I just don’t think that, that I was meant to make toys.” As soon as the words had left her mouth, the room fell silent. All eyes were on Meryl. Since no one was talking, Meryl continued.
“I feel my time could be better spent doing something else then painting cars.” Meryl explained. The supervisor finally found his voice.
“I see, and what is it, that you would rather be doing?” Meryl detected a hint of a sneer.
“Well, I want to study, go to Elf University, get a major in physics and become a math teacher.”
“Meryl, you had better come with me. Everyone else, get back to work! Liesel, cut your break short and fill in for Meryl. We have some talking to do.” Meryl found herself being led down the isle, out the door and down a long corridor to the one place she wanted least to be. Santa’s Office.
Once they got there, the supervisor knocked, and a stout elf opened the door.
“Ahem, ah yes, what is it you want?”
“I need to see Santa at once! A most urgent matter concerning a young elf that doesn’t want to make toys.”
“I am sorry, but Santa is seeing no one today.”
“WHAT!?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!” Santa’s secretary jumped a little at the unexpected eruption, but held firm.
“Santa is swamped with June letters filled with requests, complaints about last Christmas, questions about his favorite type of cookie, and just wanted to say hi notes! Not to mention this month’s bills still have to be paid, there was an explosion in one of the kitchens and Rudolph has a broken nose! No, you may not see Santa today. Come back next Tuesday.” The fat little elf stopped to take a deep breath from his sudden exertion, and started to close the door.
“Wait Bamey, let them through.” Came a voice from inside, a deep jolly sounding voice.
“But, But your orders!” Spluttered Bamey.
“They weren’t my orders, they were the orders of Mrs. Clause, and what are you waiting for? I said LET THEM THROUGH!”
“Yes, sir. Right this way please.” Sighed Bamey, and let them through.
5 comments:
Its kinda a boring story, but the other ones are more interesting.
Its good! Good writing!
Are these stories all going to link or will they be random different fantasies?
Ever seen rudolph, the red nose reindeer(the cartoon)?
Great writing! You should be an author!
thanks guys. Most likely the stories will not link up, but i might write one random one with a bunch of old characters to make a mixed up story or something.
I thoght i had commented on this yesterday...oh well.
nice story catie.
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