So here I am in my magical friggin sleigh practicing for Christmas eve. I am at the North Pole and I shout "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! "On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!" Off I go flying into into the sky. I go above Canada and I feel tired so I go down and unpack my bag with some snacks when suddenly 'BOOM! Comet gets shot in the rib and out the other side. I frantically go down and check the wound. "What kind of idiot shoots a flying reindeer?" So Comet doesn't look good. Blood everywhere and I forgot to pack my magic healing salve. I hear these two idiots talking. "Did ya see that? Flying animal!" "Yeah, I dun did!" "It were's a gud choice going to Canada to hunt." I see two hillbilly looking rednecks walking, one with the rifle and another with goggles. (Dumb idiots) I mutter under my breath. I look at the compartment under the seat in the sleigh and take out a sniper rifle. I aim and put my crosshair on the idiot that has the rifle. I take him out and move on to the next. Bang! He goes down. I look at Comet for the last time. His eyes looking kindly at me. He knows what must be done. He nods and a single tear goes down both our cheeks. "I am sorry." I aim the rifle making sure he'll die in an instant. Bang! Its over. The other reindeer are looking sorrowfully. They knew it had to be done. As we he'd back to the North Pole I could feel the sadness in them. Godamn hunters.[spoiler]inv4tl;dr[/spoiler]