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I was feeling blue so I picked up a pen and a pad. (Writing helps me forget about my problems.) I wrote a very short description to make myself giggle, titled "The Cookie Clause" and I decided to post it to my journal. Happy Holidays!
"The Cookie Clause"
'Twas a bad night to strike. "No bonus, no bikes!" elves shouted. Their protests breached North Pole offices where Santa and union reps debated over contracts.
"We demand discounts on all merchandise."
"Done."
"And a percentage of the sugar cookies you've been hording over the years."
"But those desserts are legally mine. I've got the letters from all those kids to prove it. You've got to be bluffing!"
Each party traded cruel stares as bitter as crisp lumps of coal but no one was prepared to blink. Not even the mouse.
"The Cookie Clause"
'Twas a bad night to strike. "No bonus, no bikes!" elves shouted. Their protests breached North Pole offices where Santa and union reps debated over contracts.
"We demand discounts on all merchandise."
"Done."
"And a percentage of the sugar cookies you've been hording over the years."
"But those desserts are legally mine. I've got the letters from all those kids to prove it. You've got to be bluffing!"
Each party traded cruel stares as bitter as crisp lumps of coal but no one was prepared to blink. Not even the mouse.
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