Attack of the Sugar Plum Fairies, A Story for Demented Children

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Flying would have been preferable, but snow was unpleasant against her wings and it was harder to sneak while flitting through the air.  To make matters worse, the elves had defenses against anything that could fly over the North Pole, even fairies.

Calling it the North Pole wasn’t really accurate anymore.  Santa had moved the base of operations a century ago when explorers started making attempts to reach it.  The industrial age brought new techniques in toy-making that required retooling the warehouses and extra space was needed to handle the population explosion throughout the world.  The result was that the entire operation had been placed on a series of enormous ice floes a few degrees away from the pole.  Christmas Eve was the only time the ice came together in order for the sleigh to be loaded.

Everyone knew that Christmas Eve was the best time to attack.  The elves would be busy getting everything together.  Santa’s only job was to drive the sleigh and deliver the presents.  Even the list checking had become automated with the use of a supercomputer.  It was checked three times now, although that wasn’t broadcast so they wouldn’t have to change songs that mentioned ‘twice’ in the lyrics.

Araedae made it to the next corner and waved for the other two to follow once she saw it was clear.  The private residence of the Claus’s was just ahead.  It was a large, three-story gingerbread mansion surrounded by snow-covered Christmas trees and candy canes.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get past the security system?” Sydae asked as they came up behind Araedae.

Zannae answered the question before Araedae could.  “I already told you that I can break any code in the world.  Why won’t you believe me?”

Sydae sighed.  “It’s just that the elves are notorious for combining magic and science.  I’m worried that it won’t be as easy as you think.”

“I’m more concerned about the reindeer guards.  Those things are pretty vicious with their teeth,” Araedae said with worry thick in her voice.  The other two nodded in agreement.  “We have to try to get in so we can get to the master computer.  I know Zannae can hack into it.  She’s the best in the world.”  Zannae beamed at the compliment.

“I still don’t understand how a Sugar Plum Fairy got an advanced degree at MIT,” Sydae said with a shake of her head.  “We’re supposed to be frolicking in nature while helping plum trees and sugar cane grow tall and healthy.”

Zannae stuck her tongue out.  “Humans are destroying nature.  Someone has to figure out how to stop them so the rest of you can frolic.”

“We are not getting into this argument again,” Araedae chastised.  “It looks clear.  Let’s get underneath one of the Christmas trees until the attack begins.”

The other two stuck their tongues out at each other and then they all ran across the street as fast as their little stockinged legs would carry them.  When they reached the tree, they dashed through a low spot in the circular drift surrounding it.

“It’s so cold!” Sydae complained, vigorously rubbing her arms and stomping her pretty green slippers in the thin snow by the trunk.  Her wings shivered along with the rest of her body.

“Quit yelling.  Just because I don’t see anyone doesn’t mean we can’t be heard,” Araedae told her irritably.  “I don’t like it anymore than you do.  We’ll get inside just as soon as we can.”  She rubbed her own arms, trying to bring some warmth to the numb skin.

“Shh, someone’s coming,” Zannae warned them, pointing at the front door of the mansion.  An elf and Mrs. Claus came out and moved down the steps, speaking in angry tones.  The sugar plum fairies peeked out over the drift and listened in.

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