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The Ted Rupert and Mollie Page World Wild Life Fund - Adopt a Svalbard Polar Bear
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by Pilot Bear
The fog was thick and gloomy, it came from nowhere, to see anything beyond an outstretched hand was almost impossible. From way above Santa Claus looked down at the thick murky blanket and scratched his beard, oh dear, he thought, things are getting difficult. Even with his advanced navigation system it was going to be really hard getting his work done this Christmas. To make things worse his reindeers were not feeling well, they had all suffered bad colds and Prancer, the most powerful, had stayed behind because of a horrendous headache. Never known anything like this, most unfortunate combination of circumstances thought Santa Clause, again scratching his beard. The sleigh landed in a field, Santa Claus did not have much option as the reindeers were clearly unable to carry on flying and descended before he realised what was happening. Indeed it appeared to be an odd sort of field, a wide concrete road of sorts ran through it, with several large buildings and a tower in the distance, many lights stood all around, blinkered in the murky conditions. Have to do thought Santa, putting as many parcels in his sack as possible, setting off to deliver his precious cargo to the nearby houses.
When he returned, the sleigh had magically refilled with the next load of presents, but the reindeers looked far worse than they had earlier and Santa could not even get them to take off. Wondering what on earth he was going to do, Santa had to send his reindeers home, independently they were able to fly. In the distance he became aware of muffled engine noises, and more lights suddenly lit up along the edge of the concrete, the buildings also showed up more clearly. A loud voice shouted in the distance something about thank goodness for the wind and that the fog was lifting quickly. As quickly as the gloom had appeared it vanished, leaving a clear moon and star lit night. Standing by his sleigh, scratching his beard, Santa had to grab hold of the side as a strong gust of wind nearly knocked him over …..
From Pilot Bear’s personal log: Most odd thing happened tonight, first the fog which delayed my arrival, than I landed the helicopter just a few feet away from Santa Claus, didn’t see him until the draught from the rota blades nearly knocked him over. Thinking it odd that he was standing beside his sleigh, no reindeers to be seen, I asked him if everything was OK. Well, not really, came the reply, and Santa explained what had happened. So I volunteered to help. Did you know you had landed in the middle of an airport I asked? Clearly he had no idea whatsoever. Just as well it was closed because of the fog, otherwise you might have caused a bit of a stir. Only just been able to get back here myself. We could use my helicopter if you like, not as good as your reindeers as it is a bit noisy, but at least you can finish your work. Santa Claus looked very relieved and with a assistance from the duty crew they soon had the sleigh attached to the helicopter. I followed very precisely the directions Santa gave, amazing this knowledge of navigation, and we soon had all the parcels delivered. How we managed to do it all, I will never know! If ever I hear anyone mention Santa Claus only works one day a year, I will get a bit annoyed, I feel as if we did 365 days work in a few short hours!
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