The Mysteries of the No Named Elf :

 The Lost Candy

            One upon a time there was a…

Wait a minute. Haven’t we heard this before? Let me rephrase that…

Once, well more like last year, there was an elf that lived on a shelf. Now you are probably wondering what the elf’s name is, well that’s a problem. This is because the elf had no name. It was known only as the elf on the shelf or just elf. I would tell you why this elf had no name, but to tell the truth I don’t have a clue. I guess the kids just never named him. Though you would think this to be troublesome for the little elf, but it was not. He actually lived a decent life, had friends or a friend I should say, and had a good home, more like a shelf. Okay so the elf was a little lonely, but the kids loved him, this was the only thing that mattered to him. This made it not matter that the teddy bears would mock him and call him rude names like ‘No Namer’ and ‘Fameless Nameless’. He didn’t care about that. He only cared for the kids. They would wake up in the morning and look throughout the house to find him. Then when they got home from school they would look once again. Then right before bed they would say good night to him. If only he knew what would happen if it all came to an end…

It all started when the children came home with important information.

“Mommy! Mommy!” the little girl yelled

“Daddy! Daddy!” the little boy shouted

“Guess what we learned today!” they both proclaimed simultaneously

“What did you two learn today?” their mother asked joyfully

“We learned that if you leave a letter in your shoe for Santa then he will come and get it and leave candy in your shoe!” the little girl answered cheerfully

“Yeah and we want to write letters so we can get candy!” announced the little boy

“Okay then let’s go write some letters to Santa.” said their father

So off they went to write to letters. Once they were done the parents put to letters in the shoes while to little ones fell asleep. Then, while they dreamed of sugar plum fairies and Lemon heads, Santa snuck down to chimney and to the shoes with a sack full of candy. He took to notes and left the candy. When to children woke the next morning they ran to their shoes and saw the mountain of candy they jumped for joy. They couldn’t believe that it had worked. So they did that every night after that. And while all this went on at night the elf was asleep. Tilted in the shelf he had no idea what would happen next…

When to children woke on the morning of the fifth day they ran to their snow boots and sparkly slippers to find that the candy was gone. The shoes were as barren as a desert. They turned to their parents who pointed their fingers to none other than the elf on the shelf. The kids took it lightly and didn’t get mad. They thought to themselves ‘he was just hungry and forgot to save some.’ So they forgot all about it. Then the next night the same thing happened. Now the kids got mad and no longer liked the elf. The parents finally said “Okay, if the elf steals the candy again then we will put him in storage.” When the elf heard this his little heart sank. It shattered and crack. He said to himself “I must find the thief and bring him to justice.” So He made a plan. He would look, of course, around the house while everyone was gone.

That day he started his search. First he looked by the shoes. Nothing. Then under the tree. Nothing. Then the kitchen. Nothing. Finally he was going to give up when he saw it. He saw it in the doggy door. He found the first clue. A candy wrapper. It was lodged in the bottom right corner and dangled on one side. He looked through the door and saw nothing other than the road, the festive houses beyond it, and a trail of wrappers. So he tucked his head back through the door and looked for the dog, which was gone too. So he grabbed his only friend Dusty, who was a mute dust bunny who was only made of the dust and fuzz that you find under the couch with two pennies for eyes, and told him what was going on.

Once Dusty got the gist of it they headed out the doggie door and followed the trail of candy wrappers. Seeing where to trail lead they prepared to cross the dreaded-black-top road. Then when they got there a car zipped past. This made them very nervous and they both looked at each other.

“Are you ready to so this Dusty?”

“…”

“Ready?”

“…”

“Okay. One. Two. Three!”

Then they ran. They sprinted so fast that a roadrunner passing would have stopped, thinking that they would run right into him. Once they got to the other side they stopped to finally catch their breath. Then they followed the trail once more, which lead to the house right across the street from their own. They gapped at the house and wondered why the wrappers lead to this house. The house of the mean little girl that stole toys from the other little kids on the block. Then they saw the doggie door leading into the house and saw the other wrapper lodged into its corner just like the other one it their own. So they climbed through the door and looked around. Finally they heard something. They heard the dog bark and the little girl laugh. It was coming from the kitchen. They walked in and saw the doge giving the girl a bucket if candy. He had finally found the thief.

They ran back home and got into their spots. They were about to stop the thief and show the family that he was innocent. The plan was to tie the mongrel up with the bucket filled with the empty wrappers. Then when the family got home they would see the evidence and he would be saved.

The dog came in the door and we nabbed him. We tied the rope onto its collar and tied the pooch to the shelf  by the shoes. They only had a moment before the family would come in. So the elf hoped up on the shelf and Dusty sat under the couch. Then they came in. The kids saw the wrappers and gasped. The parents saw the dog tied up and  wondered what had happened. The family realized that the dog was taking the candy and that the elf was innocent. So I guess you can say that they lived happily ever after. Well for now anyway.

The End