Welcome to StoryQuest. Today's Storymaster is...

Herbie.

And the story title they came up with...

The Eight Christmas.

I hate Santa!

...was heard echoed across the snow-covered mountains of Lapland.

Wow, someone's in a bad mood. I wonder what he's done now.

Chuckled Mrs. Claus as she raced out of her cottage towards the factory where the elves

were busy preparing the Christmas presents. As she opened the huge golden door of the warehouse,

she saw all the elves huddled by the notice board in the elf staff room.

What's wrong now? You can't go screaming you hate Santa for the whole world to hear.

But as she pushed her way through the huge crowd of tiny elves, she saw what had been pinned to the

notice board right in the centre. On a scrap piece of wrapping paper, in the biggest red letters

read the words, reindeer are on strike. Christmas is cancelled. This can't be good, Mrs. Claus Thor.

It's less than a week till Christmas.

It's not the time for anything to go wrong.

Below the notice was pinned a longer piece of wrapping paper,

this time with a list of demands, scrawled in crayon, hardly even readable.

One of the elves started trying to read out the demands. Number one,

we demand equal pay to our elf colleagues. The crowd burst into laughter. Colleagues, we don't

look like delivery boys, they all chuckled. Number two, we refuse to be replaced by robots or drones that carry presents to children.

They're just whining, came a cry from the back of the huddle.

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