Fiddleeebod

The Sun Man often stood at the center of the walkway connecting the mightiest wings of the fortress. He enjoyed looking down on the throng gathered below in the bitter frozen depths. He spoke to them.

‘Behold,’ he said. ‘Your work this past month I have found to be satisfactory. All quotas have been met. Santa himself has expressed approval. Therefore, as a reward, I will call down the sun to supply you with a fleeting moment of comfort before you return to your grueling tasks.’

Having spoken, the Sun Man raised his arms and ordered the sun to come down. The sun obeyed. The workers experienced their fleeting moment of warmth before hurrying back to work in response to the snarls and raised whips of the attendants.

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