Flat stanley's christmas adventure5/13/2023 I was going to ask for new clothes, but my mother already bought them. I am a regular boy, except that I got flat, the letter said. In the little office at the back of the house, the girl studied the letter her mother had mentioned, framed with others on a wall: “It’s not fair! Really! I mean, everything’s ready! Why-” Think of your favorite letter, the one by your desk! He just growled at me!” “They’ve lost faith, don’t care anymore, he says! Surely not everyone, I said. “He’s been so cross lately, but I never-” “He won’t go this year, he says!” The mother sobbed. “Don’t slam the door, dear,” said her mother, weeping. “Well done, elves! Good work!”īut at home in Snow City Square, all was not well. “Don’t trust us, eh? … Snooping, we call this, Miss!” In the Wrap Shed the gifts lay ready, wrapped now in gay paper with holly and pine cones, sorted by country, by city or village, by road or lane or street. In the great workshops-the Doll Room, the Toy Plant, the Game Mill-Gift Elves had filled the orders, taking care as to color and size and style. She was the sort of little girl who liked to be sure of things, so she went all over Snow City, checking up.Īt the Post Office, Mail Elves had read the letters, making lists of who wanted what.
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