Hail to the Dinosaurs!
One of our annual traditions here at Dino
Headquarters is to bring you a special
Christmas story. It comes in several
installments -- and it's a new story
every year.
Today's installment is part 1 of the 2014
Dinosaur Christmas Story. Be looking for
part 2 tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it.
THE SMALLEST ELF AT THE NORTH POLE
He only stopped working for half a minute --
just long enough to ask Ellen Elf if she wanted
to join him for hot chocolate on their next break.
But the Boss Elf saw him.
The Boss Elf always saw everything.
"Hurry up, Meek! Times a-wastin'!" he roared.
Meek the Elf picked up the biggest box
he could manage from the shelf marked
"Presents -- Boys" and stumbled across
the work room with it.
It was only a tiny box, but it was still far too
heavy for him. Meek was small, skinny
and scrawny.
In fact, he was the smallest elf at the North
Pole.
Even Ellen Elf -- or any of the other girl elves --
could carry bigger and heavier boxes. And they
could do it easier, too.
The Boss Elf shook his head as he saw the
small elf staggering back and forth.
He'll never make it," he thought to himself. "He
doesn't have what it takes."
The thought was prophetic.
Less than two minutes later, Meek tried a slightly
heavier box.
"Meek -- be careful!" said Ellen. "Let me take
that one!"
Meek shook his head.
"It's okay," he told her. "I've got it!"
And then, the unthinkable happened.
He dropped it!
The box fell to the floor with a loud crash.
The sound of breaking glass was enough to
tell Meek just how bad it was.
So was Ellen's wail of despair -- and the gales
of laughter from the other elves.
And if that wasn't enough, the Boss Elf was
glad to spell it out for him.
"That's the third drop of the day!" he roared.
"And the third broken I-Phone."
"But -- I'm sorry -- I didn't know it was so
heavy!"
The Boss Elf wasn't listening to Meek's excuses.
"You're too small and too weak for this kind of
work," he said. "From now on, you're strictly
working in old-lines. Non-electronic. Otherwise
you'll break everything -- and you know that
Santa's list is 100% electronic toys this year!"
Meek's eyes went wide with horror.
Working in old-lines was a form of exile. All
you did was catalog old toys that no one wanted
anymore. Overstocks. Overruns. Things the elves
used to make all the time -- before the times
changed.
Things the elves hadn't made for many years.
Things that no one ever asked for.
The old-line toys were all non-electronic. They
didn't have batteries -- or power cords -- and the
only chips were the chips of old paint that flaked off
and fell onto the floor.
Some of the toys were so old that no one even
remembered their names -- or how to use them.
When the elves catalogued them, they had to
read the old instruction booklets printed on
yellowed paper to even know what to call
them or where to put them.
It was the worst job in the North Pole.
"Please give me another chance!" Meek cried
tearfully. "I know I can do better!"
The Boss Elf shook his head.
"That was your last chance," he said. " Strike three!
The ten count! You're outta here. Now, scram!"
Meek stood rooted in the center of the work room,
his feet seemingly glued to the floor.
"Please -- " Ellen began.
"Save your breath, doll baby," said the Boss Elf. "Your
boyfriend just ran out of chances."
He looked her over with an appraising, almost
proprietary, leer.
"You'll need a new boyfriend!" he said. "Your old
one's taking a long walk and never coming back!"
Ellen turned around and picked up another box.
Meek could her her sobbing mournfully.
"Hey -- don't -- I mean, wait a minute!" Meek
sputtered. " It's okay. You're still my girl, Ellen!"
The Boss Elf threw down his clip-board and walked
rapidly toward the tiny elf.
"Get out of here before I throw you out of here!" he
snarled.
He clenched his right fist. Then his left.
They looked like battering rams.
The Boss Elf ran a tight shop, and he used those big
fists to keep strict order. More than one elf had
learned the lesson the hard one. You didn't play
games in Santa's workshop -- and you didn't slow
down or slack off -- or make mistakes.
And if the Boss Elf said "Jump!" -- you jumped.
Meek took one look at the Boss Elf's clenched fists
and turned and ran out of the room and down the
long, dark corridor to the old-lines room.
He didn't stop until he was safely inside the cold,
dark, dimly lit workroom that was to be his new
home.
Ellen's tearful sobs echoed in his ears -- and her
agonized words as he raced through the door.
"Oh, Meek!" she cried. "Why can't you be bigger and
stronger?"
(To be continued . . . .)
As always, thanks for reading, and have a great
day. If you train today, make it a good one!
Yours in strength,
Brooks Kubik
P.S. It's not the North Pole, but we're working fast
and furious to fill all of the Christmas orders as
they come pouring in. The best seller for the month
is Knife, Fork, Muscle -- which many readers are
calling the best book they ever read about diet
and nutrition:
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: "Give yourself the
greatest gift of all -- the gift of strength and
health." -- Brooks Kubik
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