Dasher’s brother, Dancer, wandered the compound trying to work off the nervous energy that always hit him in the weeks before C-Day. Passing by Dasher’s house, he saw a broken window covered with plastic taped over the frame, and decided to see what happened. As soon as Mandy answered the door, he knew something was very wrong.
She told him how Dasher had been killed just as he decided to leave the Pole. “We should have known that our homes were bugged. That asshole,” Mandy said, pointing in the direction of Santa’s Mansion, “has always been a tyrant.”
Realizing they couldn’t talk freely inside, they went out for a walk.
“I know that no reindeer has ever left, but I didn’t think…” Dancer said.
Mandy only sobbed.
Though he knew he should be grieving, all Dancer felt was anger…and a desire for revenge. He said, “They won’t get away with this. I won’t let them!”
“No! You can’t do anything. They’re too powerful,” Mandy said, looking around them as if expecting to see Santa’s spies nearby.
As he thought about it, Dancer felt a trickle of fear. The Elf Secret Service was notorious for quashing any dissent. In 1977, when the workshop elfs tried going on strike for better working conditions, the ESS had stepped in. Within a day, hundreds of rebellious elfs were missing and the remainder were back at work.
This had to end. Dancer said slowly, “I know a guy…”
Moral: Dissent can be dangerous. Knowing “a guy” can be a good thing.
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