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[father_chris]

It's a bloomin' cold evening.

But some blasted reindeer fawn decided to bolt right through the bar out the back, and flying reindeer poo can be extremely messy.

"Donna! Get yer bloomin' arse back on the ground." he calls to the reindeer sitting in a nearby tree.

The reindeer chews a pine cone contemplatively.

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[face_in_the_moon]

The branch does snag on something, but the creature doesn't stop.

It drags the sack with Chris in it towards the tree it had come from.

[father_chris]

It's hard to breathe in the sack, and more difficult to struggle. And then head first meets floor, and he's out for the count.

The reindeer follows for a moment, and then flies up to the roof for safety.

[face_in_the_moon]

The light reappears, then dips as the sack and the monster go through; then, a doors slams.

Darkness.

Briefly, there is a face in the moon, and a far-away rumbling hum lingering over the forest.