Sven was digging at the edge of the garden when he saw a big carrot. He tried to pick it up, but it was stuck to something. So he gave it a good hard jerk, and it came off in his hoof. Then he heard something groan and scamper away.

The reindeer took the carrot into the kitchen and showed it to his friend Kristoff. "It looks nice and plump," he said. "I'll put it in the soup, and we'll have it for supper."

That night Kristoff carved the carrot into two pieces, and they each had a piece. Then they did the dishes, and when it got dark they went to bed.

The reindeer fell asleep almost at once. But in the middle of the night, a sound awakened him. It was something out in the snow. It was a voice, and it was calling to him.

"Where is my caaaarrro-o-o-o-ttt?" it groaned.

When Sven heard that, he got very scared. But he thought, "It doesn't know where I am, it will never find me."

Then he heard the voice once more. Only now it was closer.

"Where is my cccaaaarrro-o-o-ttt?"

Sven pulled the blankets over his antlers and closed his eyes. "I'll go to sleep," he thought. "When I wake up it will be gone."

But soon he heard the back door open, and again he heard the voice.

"Where is my caaaarrro-o-o-ttt?"

Then the reindeer heard wet, slushy footsteps move through the kitchen into the dining room, into the living room, into the front hall. Then slowly they climbed the stairs.

Closer and closer they came. Soon they were in the upstairs hall. Now they were outside his door.

Sven's door opened. Shaking with fear, he listened as the footsteps slowly moved through the dark toward his bed. Then they stopped.

"Where is my caaarrr-o-o-ttt?"

"YOU'VE GOT IT!"