Bunty the Christmas Horse
11:51am, 14th Dec 2021 | 8 Comments
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Bunty was sad. The other horses laughed at her and called her names. They would not include her in their games. They would not let her pull the santas' sledge.
Poor Bunty. Bunty was afflicted with a mullet. And mullets were SOOOO last century.
But it had been a difficult Fall for Grýla, the santas' troll mother who had a penchant for naughty children. What with Covid, the kids had hardly had any opportunity to get up to any mischief and her pot had been empty most of the Fall.
Bunty noticed that a few of her stablemates were moved on, sold so that the santas, Grýla and their father Leppalúði, could purchase supplies. But nobody wanted Bunty, what with her unfashionable mullet.
On the night of 11th December, Bunty heard a rap on the stable door. It was Stekkjastaur. He was ready to make the first delivery to the children and it had to arrive in all their shoes before they woke up on the morning of the 12th. Would Bunty help pull the sledge? Would she? WOULD SHE? Hell yeah!
Bunty was soon harnessed and delighted in pulling the sledge through the snow. Soon the presents were delivered all over the country and each Icelandic child woke up to find a treat in their shoe.
The next night, Bunty did the same for Giljagaur, then Stúfur, then Þvörusleikir, Pottaskefill, Askasleikir, Hurðaskellir, Skyrgámur, Bjúgnakrækir, Gluggagægir, Gáttaþefur and Ketkrókur. On the very last night, she harnessed up to take the final santa, Kertasníkir, on his travels.
Bunty had earned her Christmas Eve dinner, served up as always at 6pm. Maybe she had worked up an appetite with all her work but for sure the sausages were especially tasty this year!
Poor Bunty. Bunty was afflicted with a mullet. And mullets were SOOOO last century.
But it had been a difficult Fall for Grýla, the santas' troll mother who had a penchant for naughty children. What with Covid, the kids had hardly had any opportunity to get up to any mischief and her pot had been empty most of the Fall.
Bunty noticed that a few of her stablemates were moved on, sold so that the santas, Grýla and their father Leppalúði, could purchase supplies. But nobody wanted Bunty, what with her unfashionable mullet.
On the night of 11th December, Bunty heard a rap on the stable door. It was Stekkjastaur. He was ready to make the first delivery to the children and it had to arrive in all their shoes before they woke up on the morning of the 12th. Would Bunty help pull the sledge? Would she? WOULD SHE? Hell yeah!
Bunty was soon harnessed and delighted in pulling the sledge through the snow. Soon the presents were delivered all over the country and each Icelandic child woke up to find a treat in their shoe.
The next night, Bunty did the same for Giljagaur, then Stúfur, then Þvörusleikir, Pottaskefill, Askasleikir, Hurðaskellir, Skyrgámur, Bjúgnakrækir, Gluggagægir, Gáttaþefur and Ketkrókur. On the very last night, she harnessed up to take the final santa, Kertasníkir, on his travels.
Bunty had earned her Christmas Eve dinner, served up as always at 6pm. Maybe she had worked up an appetite with all her work but for sure the sausages were especially tasty this year!
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