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You’ve all heared the story when Santa Claus chose Rudolf as one of the sledge reindeers and all the reindeers loved him and cheared him, but as all good kidstale-tellers the writer of the story sweetend it up and made it sound less harmful. Now I’m going to tell you the real story, the actual ending or as I call it…

The Murder of Father Christmas

-1-
The night after Rudolf had been chosen, the reindeers that weren’t chosen met up in a secret cabin for a secret meeting. They were all disappointed and angry that the stupid rednosed Rudolf had been chosen but not anyone of the. There was one that was angrier then the others, a reindeer that had been chosen for many years but not now.
He was called Blackeye, because when he first went to Santa’s home he unfurtionatly met a hungry polarbear who hunted everything eatable. Blackeye tried to run away but in chaotic decision he went into a cave where the only way out was the way in and there was the bear. Blackeyes only chance to live was to attack the bear, and that’s what he did. After a long fight Blackeye and the bear lay inside the cave until morning.
Blackeye stood up; bloody, dizzy and tired. He had lost his left eye. Blackeye was deadly hungry and still had a long way to go. He looked at the dead bear on the ground, he wanted to eat, he walked to the bear, he had to eat, he smelled of the bear, he ate. He ate the fat, the meat, he chewed on the bones. When he finished his meal he went to finish his trip. When he came to Santa’s home he fell down and fainted.
Now, many years later, he wants revenge for that he was left behind, not on Rudolf, but on Santa because it was him who took him out.
“Fellow reindeers, you’ve probably all noticed the latest chosing, what shall we do?”.
“Hurt Rudolf so he won’t be able to fly.” The crowd shouted together.
“Why? Is it his fault that he was chosen?” spoke Blackeye. The other reindeers hadn’t got a word. “no it’s not his fault,” Blackeye added “it’s Santa’s fault, he choses.”
“So what shall we do?” the crowd asked.
“Let’s kill him, let’s rule this place, no one controlling, no king, no Santa.”
Everyone agreed and they started planning.

-2-
In the cabin where the chosen reindeers were, Rudolf sat alone in the corner, it seemed that the chosen reindeer weren’t either polite of Rudolf being chosen. Rudolf saw Santa walk by, Santa didn’t look into the cabin, it was like he didn’t care. He carried his belly well, he was like a upper-class man. Rudolf had always thought he was a cheerful man and brought joy to the world, he didn’t bring any joy to Rudolf, neither to the other reindeers.
Rudolf got curious of where Santa was going, he followed him. Santa walked for a long time, and so did Rudolf, untill they came to a small shack. Santa went in and came out with a bottle of whiskey. Then he went back but Rudolf lost track of him.
When Rudolf finally found the track again, he heared noices, like a celebration. He walked on and then he saw Santa lieing on the ground, covered in his own blood and the whiskey from the bottle, which now was broken. He looked happy. Rudolf walked a bit further and saw Santa’s hat, bloody with a hole through it.
He ran to the cabins and saw the reindeers were walking into the main house, they were really loud, they were really happy. Rudolf walked into one of the cabins, sat down and fell asleep.