A Crack in the Ice

This is your friend Tim, and I've come to tell you another chapter of my exciting Christmas adventure, with the little elf who is only No-P3, and who jumps. He jumps up and down backwards, forwards and sideways. No wonder he's called Jump Jump or Volody House.

No sooner had we escaped from the ice cores, and something else happened to stop us from approaching the ice queen's palace. We were on our way there to save Santa's reindeer. This time it was a great big crack that suddenly appeared in the ice right across our silver path.

He went down, down, down. So far you couldn't even see the bottom of it. It was so deep and it was much too wide to jump across. Merry holiday, sleepy slim the lion, Archie probably the clown, and the poet jumped, jump, and I just stood there, looking down and feeling thankful that we hadn't fallen over the edge of that deep crack in the ice.

Hotty and you all about what happened next in just a minute. I said you'd eat crack on the ground, Mary Holliday. Neither have I, Tim.

I don't know how to get across. It's me. Isn't it the ice queen, Abby? Yes, Tim. Oh, I'm sure it is. She's laughing because she has succeeded in stopping us from reaching the ice palace.

Mary Holliday, we're not stopped yet, I say. We'll surely find a way. But how, poor. Puck him and possibly get across this gap in the eyes. Oh, puck, puck, puck, puck. Oh, no, jump, jump.

You stay snug in my pocket. Not even you could jump that far. Mary, how are these right, jump, jump? It's much too far to jump across. I think indeed a bridge we need. Yes, poet.