That morning was like any other.

The sun rose over the mountains, shining through every single window.

The bright gleam opened up Joy's eyes. She felt so happy. She hopped out of bed and ran down the steps expecting to be greeted by her parents, Zoey and the famous red-nosed flyer Rudolph.

But they weren't there.

This was strange. They were always up before she was.

She ran through every part of the house.

"Mama?"

"Papa?"

Then small parts of memory went through her head:

"Who are you?"

"No!"

"Mama! Papa!"

Then a large knock on the top of her head.

At that moment, Joy's head started to ache. She placed her hoof on the top of her head, and felt an enormous surge of pain rush to the spot.

"Ow ow ow ow," she murmured. She walked back up the stairs and into her bathroom and looked into the mirror, pulling away the strands of fur.

There she saw the most ugly bruise ever. It was about the size of her hoof. Something had hit her so hard that it had turned blue.

She ran back downstairs and noticed something she didn't see before.

Tracks.

Two pairs: hoofprints and footprints.

The footprints were no bigger than Santa's feet. They were the size of an elf's.

Joy ran out the door. I gotta find Uncle Slyly and Uncle Leonard.