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“C’mon! We need to move it! Tooth is in trouble!” I yelled over the rising panic. North understood immediately. He herded us over to his sleigh and hopped in. On the way there Jack complained.

“There is no way I’m getting into an old, rickety sleigh that….” He stopped when he saw the ride.

“Okay, just one ride.” he suggested. I laughed. Once we were all in, North yelled

“Buckle up!” Bunny, who looked as if he was going to hurl, cried out,

“Where are the bloody seatbelts?!”

“It was just an expression.” North grinned and cracked the whip, the sharp sound echoing off the frozen cavern walls. The reindeer took off into a tunnel. I have always loved the thrill of riding in the sleigh. Jack seemed to be savoring the expression on Bunny’s face. Once in the air, I felt the icy wind whip through my hair at 50 miles an hour. I loved this feeling of freedom. North took out a snow globe and yelled,

“The Tooth Palace!” We vanished into the image of the gracefully crafted kingdom.

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