Fairy Tales, Part the Second.

One fine day at the Grotto; Santa, Pixie and the Fairy (me) were having a quiet time. No little ankle biters children had been to see them for almost an hour, and they were rather bored.
After a riotous game of 'I-spy', they decided to open a few of the presents that were handed out to the children to see what was in them. To their delight they contained the following. Santa's parcel had a small toy tank, Pixie's a toy car, and the Fairy's contained a toy plastic duck.
They decided to start a game of 'War-Zone' using their vehicles* to 'bomb' the other targets out of the Grotto, by throwing them at the enemy's, the first one to get to three 'bombs' being the winner.
The game was most exciting, and involved much dashing about and hiding behind Santa's throne, a large toy reindeer, and the huge sleigh that contained the presents.
After a couple of minutes Fairy was in the lead - 0nly needing one more direct hit on Santa's tank to claim Victory!
She waited until Santa was running for cover behind his throne, and leapt out from behind the reindeer to attack, only to be crashed into by Pixie who was attempting to do like-wise.
This maneuver, unfortunately sent her flying backwards into the sleigh.
Pressies scattered everywhere, and as she tried to get back out to continue the fight, she realized that she was well and truly stuck. If anybody has ever been stuck in a shopping trolley with their legs straight up in the air, they will understand how she felt, except that the sleigh was not made of metal wire, and all anybody could see of the poor Fairy were her legs.
Santa and Pixie convulsed in hysterics as she kicked frantically and swore loudly in her attempt to free herself. Bastards.
Then Pixie spotted a group of school children heading towards the Grotto and alerted Santa, who then decided it might be a good idea to help her up, and grabbed hold of her arm to get her out.
But, Fairy got stuck on something, and as Santa pulled, all that happened was that he over-balanced and fell right on top of her.
Result? A group of children aged between four and six seeing something that their parents probably had a hard time explaining to them.
The Pixie said that we'd been stock taking.
Santa, Pixie and Fairy didn't play 'War-Zone' again after that.


*I know mine was a duck, but I had to open one of the stupid 'girly pressies' so I improvised.