Chapter One George’s Plan  “Brrrr, bit of a chill out there this morning,” said the bakery’s first customer of the day as he entered quickly closing the door behind him and walking toward the counter. “But…” he added with a huge grin, “…cold air means Christmas is almost here. And I hope, my dear Annabel, you’ll be making your famous hot cross buns again this year. The Queen is not the only one who looks forward to the wonderful taste of your ever so yummy secret recipe.” “Of course I will David. But I’m not sure if I should make the huge order she always takes back to the castle.” “Oh…, Really? Why not?” “Well it has to be absolutely fresh from the oven when I box them up; can’t have them sitting around for a day or two. Haven’t you heard? She may be late, or possibly not even coming at all this year.” “But that can’t be right. This is her favorite place to be on Christmas Eve. Is she sick or something?” “Not sure, a few minutes ago my deliveryman said that something terrible happened; not sure exactly what, just something terrible. I wish I knew more, but —” “Oh my, oh my, oh my…, this has never happened before. Since the war ended, she has never ever missed the lighting of the tree. I’ll ask around. Maybe I can find out what it is. This is absolutely dreadful news.” “Yes. It is. But don’t you have a town council meeting today? See what you can find out and let me know.” “That I will Annabel. I’m on my way there now. We’ve already selected the tree, and today, we have to arrange getting it here and planted. It’s the biggest one ever. If the Queen is not here to light it…, hmm, oh my.” “Now don’t forget to be a spy this morning” chuckled Annabel as she filled a box with pastries. “I’ve heard the rumors but you have to get the facts.” Holding his box of goodies under his left arm, David gave a quick salute, said, “Yes Ma’am, and hurried out the door and down the street to the town hall. “Hmm,” he thought as his pace quickened, “no one seems to be talking about the tragedy. Maybe it’s just idle gossip. I hope Annabel isn’t spreading rumors just to…, no, she wouldn’t do that. Would she?” He took a deep breath and calmed a bit. But when he arrived at the meeting room, one of the councilmen barked, “There’s David. Maybe he knows something!” The members immediately surrounded and deluged him from every angle with questions about the Queen’s catastrophe. “Wait, wait, wait…!” blustered David with his hand in the air. “I was planning on asking you what the truth is. I’ve only just heard this rumor. So who here knows what the full story is, what are the facts?” The members looked at each other, shrugged and the room went silent. “Is there no one here who knows the facts?” The room remained silent. “Very well then,” said David in his loud announcer’s booming voice, “we have ten minutes before our meeting and I have a box of Anabel’s delicious pastries. Let’s enjoy them before we have to work out the details of getting the tree to the town square.” Everyone nodded and conversations turned to more pleasant subjects. The route and manner of transportation had already been scheduled so the discussion turned to safety. Keeping everyone well away as this precious cargo slowly inched its way along the roadways and streets to the central village square was paramount. The details were approved and the plan was finally complete. Its arrival was scheduled and notices were mailed to every address in the valley. Then, signs were posted at the village gates telling everyone that, on Saturday, when the tree was being moved from the train to the truck and then into the village, the main road would be blocked to all other traffic.  Soldiers dressed in Nutcracker costumes were stationed from the entrance all the way to the village square and told to keep everyone away until the heavy truck had safely passed through. Of course, soldiers take their orders very literally so the council was confident they would keep everyone out of harm's way.
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Chapter One George’s Plan “Brrrr,   bit   of   a   chill   out   there   this   morning,”   said   the   bakery’s first   customer   of   the   day   as   he   entered   quickly   closing   the   door behind   him   and   walking   toward   the   counter.   “But…”   he   added with   a   huge   grin,   “…cold   air   means   Christmas   is   almost   here.   And I    hope,    my    dear    Annabel,    you’ll    be    making    your    famous    hot cross   buns   again   this   year.   The   Queen   is   not   the   only   one   who looks   forward   to   the   wonderful   taste   of   your   ever   so   yummy secret recipe.” “Of   course   I   will   David.   But   I’m   not   sure   if   I   should   make   the huge order she always takes back to the castle.” “Oh…, Really? Why not?” “Well   it   has   to   be   absolutely   fresh   from   the   oven   when   I   box them    up;    can’t    have    them    sitting    around    for    a    day    or    two. Haven’t    you    heard?    She    may    be    late,    or    possibly    not    even coming at all this year.” “But   that   can’t   be   right.   This   is   her   favorite   place   to   be   on Christmas Eve. Is she sick or something?” “Not    sure,    a    few    minutes    ago    my    deliveryman    said    that something     terrible     happened;     not     sure     exactly     what,     just something terrible. I wish I knew more, but —” “Oh   my,   oh   my,   oh   my…,   this   has   never   happened   before. Since   the   war   ended,   she   has   never   ever    missed   the   lighting   of the   tree.   I’ll   ask   around.   Maybe   I   can   find   out   what   it   is.   This   is absolutely dreadful news.” “Yes.   It   is.   But   don’t   you   have   a   town   council   meeting   today? See what you can find out and let me know.” “That    I    will    Annabel.    I’m    on    my    way    there    now.    We’ve already   selected   the   tree,   and   today,   we   have   to   arrange   getting it   here   and   planted.   It’s   the   biggest   one   ever.   If   the   Queen   is   not here to light it…, hmm, oh my.” “Now    don’t    forget    to    be    a    spy    this    morning”    chuckled Annabel   as   she   filled   a   box   with   pastries.   “I’ve   heard   the   rumors but you have to get the facts.” Holding   his   box   of   goodies   under   his   left   arm,   David   gave   a quick   salute,   said,   “Yes   Ma’am,   and   hurried   out   the   door   and down the street to the town hall. “Hmm,”    he   thought   as   his   pace   quickened,   no   one   seems   to be   talking   about   the   tragedy.   Maybe   it’s   just   idle   gossip.   I   hope Annabel   isn’t   spreading   rumors   just   to…,   no,   she   wouldn’t   do that. Would she?” He    took    a    deep    breath    and    calmed    a    bit.    But    when    he arrived    at    the    meeting    room,    one    of    the    councilmen    barked, “There’s David. Maybe he knows something!” The    members    immediately    surrounded    and    deluged    him from   every   angle   with   questions   about   the   Queen’s   catastrophe. “Wait,   wait,   wait…!”   blustered   David   with   his   hand   in   the   air.   “I was    planning    on    asking    you     what    the    truth    is.    I’ve    only    just heard   this   rumor.   So   who   here   knows   what   the   full   story   is,   what are the facts?” The   members   looked   at   each   other,   shrugged   and   the   room went silent. “Is there no one here who knows the facts?” The room remained silent. “Very   well   then,”   said   David   in   his   loud   announcer’s   booming voice,   “we   have   ten   minutes   before   our   meeting   and   I   have   a box   of   Anabel’s   delicious   pastries.   Let’s   enjoy   them   before   we have   to   work   out   the   details   of   getting   the   tree   to   the   town square.”    Everyone    nodded    and    conversations    turned    to    more pleasant subjects. The   route   and   manner   of   transportation   had   already   been scheduled   so   the   discussion   turned   to   safety.   Keeping   everyone well   away   as   this   precious   cargo   slowly   inched   its   way   along   the roadways     and     streets     to     the     central     village     square     was paramount.   The   details   were   approved   and   the   plan   was   finally complete. Its   arrival   was   scheduled   and   notices   were   mailed   to   every address    in    the    valley.    Then,    signs    were    posted    at    the    village gates    telling    everyone    that,    on    Saturday,    when    the    tree    was being    moved    from    the    train    to    the    truck    and    then    into    the village, the main road would be blocked to all other traffic. Soldiers   dressed   in   Nutcracker   costumes   were   stationed   from the   entrance   all   the   way   to   the   village   square   and   told   to   keep everyone   away   until   the   heavy   truck   had   safely   passed   through. Of   course,   soldiers   take   their   orders   very   literally   so   the   council was confident they would keep everyone out of harm's way. MORE: Continue reading with a free preview on Amazon