The Push
Before Andrew could decide, the reindeer returned and gently bumped its head into Andrew’s lower back. The force wasn’t painful—but it was clear. A push. “Okay, okay,” Andrew said, stepping forward. The animal turned and trotted toward the trees again. This was no wild tantrum. The creature wanted something. Needed something. And for whatever reason, it had chosen Andrew to help.
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