December 25th, 2008
Back inside, Antisnatter is sucked out of his seat by the big OOOOOOOB
He must have not calculated the power of all this! Snatter can hold onto the door frame he’s standing in, but Antisnatter has to grab out and grab onto hand railing!
He look up at Snatter crossly. But Snatter is the only one who can save him now! If Snatter lets him go, he’ll be sucked up into the Christmas star, and then what would become of him! What would become of an anti-christmas man IN THE SOURCE of all christmas!!
Snatter look at him sadly. He doesn’t want Antisnatter to die! He just wish he wasn’t as horrible! But he is so horrible that helping him would ruin everyone else’s whole life! Snatter wrestle with him conscience!! What will he do!!
“Everyone,” say Snatter slowly, “should get a present.”
He root inside him bag and pull out…
Strange… it is a big scroll with some sort of list written on it. why would bag think Antisnatter need a list for Christmas?
“It’s… it’s a list of… names,” say Snatter. “I… but what does it mean? It…”
“What names? Is my name on that list?” say Antisnatter scaredly.
“Um… I….
oh! Yes, there it is! I’ve found your name on there! It looks like quite a happy, Christmassy list, and your name was there, so maybe that means you are capable of good after all! Maybe it means I should save you, and you’ll repent and do nice things! I mean I didn’t really pay attention to the headings, but I assume it means you’re nice… Well, I suppose I’d better just… just check twice…”
he check the headings.
He look sad. Then he step out of the dore and reach into bag.
“I’m sorry, Antisnatter,” he say. “I’m just not someone who fights… I don’t know what I do, yet. I just give out presents. That’s what I seem to do. And everyone gets… what they deserve, I suppose, I.. I don’t know.”
“But!” shout antisnatter, him grip loosening on the rail!
“I’m sorry.” say snatter, and throw little present from his bag to Antisnatter.
“The list says… you’ve been bad this year.”
“But…!!!”
Snatter turns and walks, sadly, out of rume.
“Merry Christmas,” he sae, “melon farmer.”
there he goe…
he gone.
Oe dear, Antisnatter. You were a naughty
and naughties get cole for christmas from snatter claus.
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