Hail to the Dinosaurs!
Here's part 3 of the 2014 Dinosaur Christmas
Story -- Hope you enjoy it!
Merry Christmas, and Best Wishes for a Happy,
Healthy and Bountiful New Year!
THE SMALLEST ELF AT THE NORTH POLE, PT. 3
Ellen Elf stared at the enormous big-screen TV
in the break room. The weatherman's grim news
made it difficult to think -- or even to breathe.
"An unprecedented polar storm is estimated to
hit the North Pole at precisely 1:52 this afternoon,
prevailing North Pole time. The storm's electro-
magnetic energy will cause severe disruptions in
the North Pole's electric grid. Power outages will
be severe, and portable electronic devices will
be short circuited. We expect a complete loss
of electrical power, including all battery operated
devices."
The elves howled in alarm and dismay. Their
excited voices filled the air.
A polar storm!
Electro-magnetic energy!
Severe disruption to the power grid!
Massive short circuiting!
It was Christmas Eve! The busiest night of the
year!
What did it mean? What would happen?
"The toys!" cried Ellen. "They'll all be ruined!"
"What can we do?" cried one of the other elves.
"We need to take the toys apart -- unplug
everything -- remove all the power chips and
all the circuits -- and take out the batteries,"
said Ellen. " Maybe that will save them."
"We don't have enough time!" cried a third
elf. "There are too many toys -- and all of them
are electric!"
"And the storm's almost here!" cried another elf.
"We need to save as many as we can," Ellen
replied. "If the toys are ruined, there won't be
any Christmas!"
The elves raced back to the work room -- but as
they burst through the door, a familiar voice
greeted them with scorn.
"Back so soon?" sneered the Boss Elf. "What's
the matter -- are you scared of a little storm?"
"It's an electro-magnetic storm!" said Ellen. "It
will destroy all of the toys -- they're all electric!"
"Hogwash!" snorted the Boss Elf. "No storm in
history has ever done that kind of damage!"
But even as he spoke, the lights flickered, the
machinery ground to a halt -- and suddenly all
of the toys began to spark and crackle -- and
then to smoke.
The lights went out, and the room went dark.
And then, all at once, every toy in the workroom
burst into flames.
It was over in seconds.
The elves waved their hands frantically, chasing
the acrid, blue-gray smoke from the room.
They fumbled to light candles.
As the smoke cleared, the elves could see the
twisted remnants of the toys.
They were ruined.
There would be no Christmas that year.
(To be continued . . .)
Yours in strength,
Brooks Kubik
P.S. Believe it or not, we're still packing and
shipping. It looks like a lot of Dinos plan to
kick their diet and nutrition into high gear in
January, because we've been flooded with
orders for Knife, Fork, Muscle:
http://brookskubik.com/dinosaur_nutrition.html
P.S. 2. My other books and courses are right
here:
http://www.brookskubik.com/products.html
P.S. 3. Thought for the Day: "Christmas Eve is
one of the best days of the year for heavy squats.
It's actually a good day for heavy anything."
-- Brooks Kubik
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