Anyways... enough chitchat.... please enjoy! Once upon a time in Chihuahua, Mexico, there lived a man named Santa, who had moved away from the North Pole because he was sick of ice and coldness. One day, Santa got bored. He had just finished a story on dragons, and he wanted to find one. But where could they be hiding (insert dramatic noises here). It was a mystery.
Santa summoned Mrs. Claus into his room. "I will be leaving for a while to try and find a dragon. I may die, but do not worry." "I hope you do." Said Mrs. Claus under her breath. Santa left the house and ventured toward a nearby forest.
He dismounted Vixen, and realized that he had forgotten something back at the North Pole. He had forgotten to bring some elves as a bait or sacrifice. Then he realized he had not forgotten them, rather they had run away or been stolen. He looked up and saw some monkeys laughing. Fortunately, he knew monkeyish.
He asked the monkeys if they knew where his elves had gone. But they only laughed at him and threw a bushels of bananas at him. Santa reached into his bag of toys. He rummaged around a while before pulling out a rifle. Ripping off the tag that said: To Bobby, Love Santa, he aimed it at the biggest monkey's head. But just as he was about to shoot, Dumbledore showed up. "You are not a killer, Santa." He said.
"You're right Dumbledore. I'm not. I am a radical red reindeer rider!" Dumbledore stared at him for a while before walking off, muttering about how some old people were even crazier then him. Santa put the rifle back in the bag, pointed threateningly at the monkeys, then continued his search for the dragon.
He found it soon, walking along the forest ground. It was whistling to itself. He quickly threw his giant toy bag over the top of the dragon, and summoned for his reindeer, Vixen. As Vixen dragged the bag behind him and carried Santa, planning suicide as he did, Santa heard muffled screaming. An elf was in the bag with the dragon. Santa shrugged and urged Vixen on.
Then Vixen stopped. There was a long-bearded wizard with a wizard's hat standing in their way, holding a staff. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" said the wizard, before slamming his staff on the ground dramatically.
Then the sun blew up and they all died, mainly because we are bored of writing.
The End
