Returning to the Present
A squirrel chasing a magical beast was probably an extremely rare sight.
Rudolph looked back at Juhwan once, as if wondering what was strange about him, then turned around again.
Its soft red fur swayed gently as it moved farther away.
Wait! Wait! Just wait a second!
Juhwan made chirping sounds like a little bird, chop chop chop, as he hurried after Rudolph and clung to its fur.
At that moment, Santa Flea’s voice rang out from inside the acorn.
[Oh! This is Santa’s magic power? Pang? Santa? Pang? Is that you, Santa? Pang? I’m over here! Pang. It’s Santa Flea! Pang! The 1,264,453rd Santa Flea! Pang! Santa! Pang! Santa!]
“Ppii?”
The furry creature suddenly spun around to look at Juhwan.
Its eyes widened.
It looked shocked.
But Juhwan was shocked too.
‘So this was Santa?’
There was no way Santa Flea was lying.
Now that…
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