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BOB FENWICK 901 EAST JEFFERSON ST. CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA. 22902 434-296-6130 COPYRIGHT 1997 SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER CHAPTER 1 Even viewed as it was, in a seemingly interminable line of planets of all sizes, land mass configurations, and atmospheric conditions with the vast emptiness of space as a background, the small, mostly blue orb seemed particularly attractive and hospitable, drifting around the viewing hologram from all angles as the dislocated voice gave what sounded like an update. “And, of course, the next world in this vector would be M2S91#6,”……and after an almost imperceptible pause, “Earth.” Peter knew THE BOSS never played favorites but he was also keenly aware of the unique position this small satellite occupied. Peter continued. “Maturation process continuing on a somewhat even scale. Intellectual development, ahead of schedule, political development, on the whole, above projections. There is some lagging of the practical applications of the inhabitants’ ethical philosophies.” A long, low rumble, almost like distant thunder, rolled around the projection. “Peter, you will see that this is taken care of, won’t you? You know how important this is.” After a respectful pause, “Yes, sir, I do. I will see to it personally that the situation is corrected.” The briefing continued. There were so many worlds to take care of! The authoritative voice trailed off as the small planet became bigger and bigger until details could be distinguished, first mountains, then lakes, then cities, then buildings until finally….. ************************ The kid was truly a perpetual energy machine. About eleven years old with darkening blond hair, he sat in the front seat of an older model Ford station wagon, his jacket on the seat between him and his mom. In increasingly rapid succession, he would bang his sneakers together, bump his knees against one another, flap his arms to his sides as if to