Willow sits on da back porch an gazes up at da stawrry sky. She howlds some jinglebells in hur paws an shakes dem ash loudly ash she can. Pwetty shoon she sees somefing moffin akwoss da sky in hur diwection. A shiney wed light moofin like a stweak uf lightning. She sthanks up to gweet da dainty cweature dat lands in da yard. "Meows, Rudolph. I'm furry gwad to shee yu."
"Gweetings to you Willow. Wow, wook at yu, awll gwowed up an meowried. Who wooda thunk it!"
"Yup, da years ish fwying by. How ish effery at da Norf Pole? Furry busy I gesh."
Oh, dat we awr. It's dat time uf year an effery goin awll owt in da workshop. So, wat can we do fur yu?"
"Well, little Lily Purr made a wekwest to meet Santa. Der not a wot uf babykits in da village dis year, but der some an a nummer uf teenagers wat not been to bisit Toyland. Wat ya think, can we take dem der?"
"Well, uf corse we can," Rudolph weplies wit a wink an a nod. "Sandy Paws can aways use a few extwa paws in da workshop. Haff dem gaffer in da Village Skware tomorrow nite an da sleigh will be heer at midnight."
Fanks, Rudolph. We will haff dem weady to go! Meowy Kitmas to yu!"
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