Unfortunately, his house was near the North Pole Kitchens and elves were complaining feverishly about his antics. Seems they couldn’t get to the kitchen for their afternoon cookie and cocoa break without being bombarded by snowballs. Something had to be done about this impish elf. Whizzer absolutely and positively had to stop throwing snowballs at everyone. Kids were crying, reindeer were barking, and insults were flying.
Over the years, elves had talked to Whizzer pleading with him to stop. There were ordinances made against his errant behavior. There were “Whizzer Warning” signs put up near his yard, and even Elmo, the Chief Elf, made a special plea to Whizzer personally “for old elves' sake.” Nothing worked.
I gathered 3 of my most trusted assistants into my kitchen office and hoped we could decide once and for all how to get him to stop. I had a backload of cocoa and cookies that needed to get eaten. It was right then and there that we hatched a plan. There was only one choice and we had to do it. We had to kill him.
Yes, it was the only thing to do. We had to kill him. Not elficide, there’s no such thing as that at the North Pole. We had to kill him... with kindness, of course. Here’s how it went down.
We gathered up the murderers with their suspicious looking pouches. We ventured onto Old Whizzer’s lawn and sure enough he came out with blazing snowballs. We reached into our pouches to get our own snowballs out and began to fire them at him. But, these were special snowballs. They were homemade snowballs filled with candies and goodies. Old Whizzer picked up one of the snowballs that had fallen at his feet and examined it. He cracked it open and then, miraculously, he cracked a smile. He gathered all the goodie filled snowballs and went back into his house. Our plan had worked!
Now, the only time Old Whizzer throws snowballs is when he is out of treats and that’s our cue to throw some of our special snowballs his way.
Indoor Snowballs Party Favors
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon salt
½ cup water