Marion Harding hated the multi-leveled Christmastown section of Capitol City, but there was a considerable amount of money to be made on this particular deal. Elf trafficking. And this was the time of the year for boom and bust on it. He scouts out one of the main streets from a safe distance, watching some kind of grandma figure be gorged over and over by a reindeer gone rogue. He enjoyed *this*!
Bing Avenue it was called for reasons he didn’t understand. Anyway, that’s where the deal would hopefully go down, har.
He turns in his tracks. Snowing outside still. Better get busy and then head home before it’s over his guns again.
“Five green and two red.”
“Four green and three red,” he reluctantly countered. This would be his final offer.
“Ohh, ummm. Four and a 1/2 green, 2 and a 1/2…”
“You can’t split one of your elves in two,” Marion Harding gruffly pointed out. “Four and three. Take it or leave it.”
“Oh… *all right*.”
Santa God shakes Marion Harding’s hand, sealing the deal.
He leaves Capitol City to return to his Clemscott castle down 7 elves but up 10,000 lindens. Overall, a pretty decent haul and most likely worth the 3 kilometer long trip, he thinks.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!