Chapter 15

Rudolf and his parents had chosen this to be his place. His Emergency Route.

Pembroke wobbled, he was ready to join the other blessed reindeer, powerful enough to soar the heavens.

With his first successful solo wink, he proved fit to join the Toy-Maker’s fleet.

Pembroke was ready to join the swift-footed of the sky.

The three reindeer surrounded the fawn, licking encouragement and congratulations into his ears, cleaning his leaking eyes, tasting his set of trusty horns. The fawn’s horns tingled.

39.2997° S, 174.0663° E.

The new coordinates learned.

His coordinates.

Carved deep in the marrow of his antlers, these numbers would forever remain his default.

Regardless of the peril, be it midair collision or dust depletion, his antlers would always wink him back here.

As long as there was enough dust in his system.

For today, they had guided him here, to this moment.

To this secret grove on a quiet road.

These were his coordinates.

No other reindeer possessed them.