You have been doing your best to be a good boy/girl for the last year (at least... that’s what you tell yourself) and you wish for a pet, a dog, or a cat, but Santa has a different idea. With the excitement coursing through you, you just couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve. Then you hear some rustling and shuffling in the living room. You check it out to be proven,

"Santa does exist"

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"Hohoho, you have wanted a pet correct? Mind if you take this one?"

Santa asks. With some struggle, Santa pulls out a beautifully wrapped box from his sack. It’s big enough to fit a big dog. Your excitement is quite visible, hardly containing yourself from ripping the box open. But before you do…

"Hohoho… It’s your problem now,"

Santa says before disappearing with a poof. You suspect he left in a hurry, but you scruff it off and hurry to open the present, and inside… AN ELF!?