The four Yeti--or abominable snowmen, as they're sometimes called--stood facing each other, tossing a green ball back and forth. Only it wasn't really a green ball--it was really Waldo Elf.
"Oh hey--whoop!" cried Waldo as he was tossed one way. "Be careful! I might--whoa!" he shouted as he was lobbed another. "All right, that's--yikes!" he called as he was thrown a third.
Just then, there was the sound of people coming from the direction of the North Pole. The yeti dropped Waldo into a snow bank, and ambled off into the woods. Waldo climbed out of the snow just as Smitty, Adamup, and Holly Elf appeared.
"Waldo!" called Adamup. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" said Waldo, wiping snow off his glasses.
"You're not fine," said Smitty. "Unless 'fine' means 'being picked on by a bunch of Yeti,' and I'm pretty sure that's not what it means," said Smitty.
"They're not picking on me," said Waldo, "they're just having fun!"
"Are YOU having fun, being thrown about like that, Waldo?" Holly asked.
"Well, no. Not really," admitted Waldo. "It's kind of scary."
"If you don't want to have them do this to you, then you need to stop them!" said Holly.
"How do I do that?" asked Waldo, miserably. "They're big and I'm small. There's four of them, and there's only one of me."
How does Waldo stop them? Is he going to spend the rest of his life being tossed around? Keep reading The North Pole Times to find out!