Epilogue
Father Time sat silently in his vermilion tinted office enjoying a nice cup of tea and reading Little Women exactly two weeks after he'd been summoned to Santa Clause's workshop. The whole incident had g broken just about every rule he could think of and he didn't even want to think about what would happen if the counsel of legendary figures ever discovered it, so he took to distracting himself with books.
There was a knock on the door, but he really didn't feel like getting up to answer it, so he simply said, "Come in."
The door was opened and outside of it stood two elves. He immediately recognized them as Bernard and Noel. He had been amazed when the two had returned that the Head Elf hadn't tried to attack him, for he'd taken a sadistic pleasure in sending him back in time at the most inconvenient moments. But why were they here?
Bernard was the first to speak. "Hello, Father Time." He said politely. Then he snapped his fingers.
Father Time stared as at least three hundred red-eyed weasels entered his office. "What—?" He began, but Noel cut him off.
"Merry Christmas." She said sweetly.
Bernard closed the door.
Father Time stared around him. There were so many.
So many red eyes…
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