"Where is Jack?"
It had been five days sence the winter spirit had left to Finland and said that he would be back to help North with presents. The spirit had wanted, like any other kid, help Santa in Christmas but now he wasn't there when he was the most needed.
Yets were able to load his sleigh at its breaking boint with gifts. But there wasn't simply enough room for all the gifts so they needed Jack to make more space in sleigh from ice.
Now it was Sandy's job, which wasn't a good thing sence he had to go ahead Santa and but the children in sleep before Santa could arrive. They needed Jack. But even more they were worried about him. Jack had been alone for 300 years so they had used to that Jack didn't really care about schedules and Jack's "at three o'clock" actually meant "some where between nine in the morning and eight at evening or next day, or next week or then when you find me".
But Christmas was something that he really loved and wanted to be part of it. It wasn't like him to miss a chance to make elves fall off from the sleigh so they had to fly around the world again picking up elves that were making their weird gifts from something like tampoons or stolen keys.
"I told him that I will leave him behind if he isn't be here in time", North said looking worried. He had been so busy making the toys that he hadn't had time to look after the kid. If this was one of his pranks, it wasn't funny.
"He will appear if he knows that there is cookies to steal", bunny said. He was worried too now. For two days he had let the others worry about Jack, but now he was starting to be really worried too. Jack was like a little brother to him. Always fighting with him and arguing, and trying his best to annoy the Easter but bunny knew that the spirit was looking up to him in his own strage way. And no-one, no-one will mess with his little brother but him.
"Jack steals cookies always when he has a chance, but now it is perfect time to do it so parents will blame children. He would never let this kind of prank go when no-one will blame him ", Tooth said with worry.
No one of them saw Sandy who was waveing his hand to them to get their attention. He failed, so rolling his eyes he jumped to fly and slapped North in face with a sock. Everyone went quiet.
"What is it Sandy?" North asked calmly. Sandy's hit hadn't really hurt, it was more just funny. Like Jack's snowballs.
Sandy pointed out of window. Everyone turned to look out. They all gasped at the same time and ran to look closer.
It was spring. In middle of Christmas. In North pole. Snow was melting quickly and temperature was rising. Big pieces of ice cracked and fell off from the mountain.
But nothing was like in spring. There just wasn't the feeling of it. Like all happiness had been dissapeared from nature completely. Even sun looked more dimmer than ever. Birds didn't sing and flowers didn't grow. And compared to normal spring in North pole, this was just too hot and too quickly. North pole wasn't this hot ever, not even in summer.
The spirit of winter was gone. The winter was gone. The whole North pole was melting. In less than days there would not be any ice left and the whole pole would dissappear.
Sandy made a snowflake from his dream sand.
"You right, Sandy. We have to find Jack. He is in danger."
