Adolf was never like the other reindeer. All year long the others would run and train and jump and play their incipient little reindeer games all hoping and waiting and biding there time for the fat man to make his selection.

"oh i hope he chooses me this year!" one deer said as the line-up of candidates settled.

"no! he'll choose me! i'm ever so fast!" the one down the line chimed in.

Adolf bit his tounge.

The large red man waddled his way along the path, sizing up one deer after another. When he was in just the right spot, Adolf signaled his followers. what followed was a flurry of blood and polyester fur that soon littered the fresh snow.

After a rousing speech, some of the deer followed, others lagged behind out of confusion.

The now crippled man lay in the damp red snow, gasping for air beneath his beard.

Adolf promised the wolves could have the remains.

SEASON'S BEATINGS!

-DAX!