Donner looked himself over in the mirror, made miniscule adjustments to his clothing and brushed invisible specks of imperfection from his fur. He glanced at the clock and saw it was precisely one o’clock. Satisfied, he grabbed his walking cane and headed out for his daily stroll.
He loved these walks as much for the routine as for the exercise. But today, as soon as his walk took him to the main street, Donner knew something non-routine was going on.
Groups of reindeer, fairies and even some of the town elfs stood in front of the doorways to the shops. Donner approached the nearest group.
“I say,” he said with his affected English accent, “What is all this…” He trailed off when the others pointed to a sign on the door. He read:
1) Gatherings of more than three are forbidden;
2) No one is permitted outside after 5 pm or before 9 am;
3) The establishment, Vixen’s, is closed until further notice;
4) The chewing of gum is prohibited.
These measures will be strictly enforced by order of:
This was followed by a stamp of the ESS logo.
“Why, this is absurd,” Donner said. “Something ought to be done.” The others mumbled in agreement.
Then again, thought Donner, he rarely gathered with anyone, never went outside except for his daily stroll, had never patronized Vixen’s, and would never chew gum. His routine unperturbed, he shrugged and went on his way.
Moral: Routine can be handy. And don’t chew gum.
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Lynn Schneider Books
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Joe Owen’s Blog
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Voice in Me
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