The owl, with a twinkle in his wise old eyes,

said, “Ah, these slippers belong to the Goblin, no doubt. He’s always losing things on his midnight strolls.”

The squirrel, with a chuckle, added, “Well, at least he won’t be cold tonight! Let’s leave them by the oak tree; he’ll find them when he passes by.”

And so, the animals placed the slippers by the oak tree, a little note tucked inside one: “From Santa’s sack, to warm your feet, may your walks be merry, and your holidays sweet.”

As night fell, the forest was quiet, but for the sound of the Goblin’s feet and the fox rung the bell and Goblin opened it he said welcomely to them