I never created Nutcracker : The Motion Picture.
''Godfather Drosselmeyer! Godfather Drosselmeyer!'' After Fritz smiled, he wrapped his arms around Herr Drosselmeyer. He viewed the bag the latter carried. ''You always have presents for me. What did you bring this time?''
Concern appeared in Herr Drosselmeyer's eye as he looked ahead and frowned.
''If you're wondering where Clara is, she's in bed. She broke her arm recently,'' Fritz said.
Herr Drosselmeyer winced before he opened the bag and reached into it. A toy soldier was revealed before he gave it to Fritz.
''Thanks.''
After Herr Drosselmeyer smiled, he went to Clara's bedroom. He knocked on the door twice. ''Clara? It's your godfather. I heard about your arm. How are you?''
''My arm still hurts,'' Clara said.
''I brought a present for you.''
''Wonderful. Please come in.''
Herr Drosselmeyer opened the door and walked to Clara's bed. The sight of her arm caused him to wince again. He placed the bag on the floor and opened it another time. His eye was wide the minute he revealed a toy ballerina without her arm. Herr Drosselmeyer recalled Fritz wrapping his arms around him. ''When the ballerina broke...''
Herr Drosselmeyer placed the ballerina on Clara's shoulder. Confused, he tilted his head to one side the minute she smiled.
He eventually understood the reason for her smile when he glanced from the damaged ballerina to his goddaughter's injury.
THE END