Next up Prancer. Moral of this story is: Be careful who you bully.
Sponsored by Blogdramedy, each story will be about one of Santa’s reindeer and must be exactly 243 words long. Many other bloggers are taking part. The list follows the story, if you would like to check out other stories and compare.
Prancer.
Prancer, born to Lancer and Pristine Reindeer, was given a combination of both their names. On the night of Prancer’s birth, Lancer had a need to search for a snout full to celebrate it with the other bucks down at the Deer Hall, and left Pristine alone to attend the new hour-old foal.
Alas, Lancer never returned and it was not known what ill had befallen him, though some say he could be seen staggering, dead drunk, near a dangerous precipice.
Thus it was that Prancer was raised by his mother in a single-parent stall. And in his adolescence the other reindeer laughed behind his back and called him “Prissy Prancer” and made odd body movements, depicting a young buck of ambiguous sexuality.
Prancer, mightily pissed off and weary of the tauntings, began to work his muscles at the YRCA, where he developed a brawn quite unrivaled in its girth and strength and was endowed with uber-testosterone.
The last unfortunate young buck to sashay and whisper “Prissy Prancer” found himself on the ground, neck under Prancer’s right front hoof.
Thunder, said Prancer. That’s what you shall call me.
So Thunder he became, until Santa enlisted his indubitable strength for Team Clause, and who refused to know him as Thunder. Prancer is your given name, so shall you be known, said Santa.
And Prancer he was again called, but knowing of his bestial strengths, the other reindeer deigned not to screw about with him.
Again, another good story. 🙂
Thank you! Everyone’s style is so different. I like that.
I love everyone’s different take on each reindeer. I went gay with Prancer as did 1Point. I expect a swinger to emerge soon. 😉
I love that too. I thought about going gay then decided to do the opposite. I think there might be some duplicate personas for Vixen. We’ll see.
Love his ma and pa’s name combination idea. Yes my Prancer is in the closet though he may well get outed! 🙂
Okay, I’ll go on over right now and check out your Prancer and what he is up to!
The YRCA–that’s fabulous! I now have images of bench-pressing and stair-stepping reindeer in my head. Very funny. 🙂
I wasn’t sure the YRCA would be immediately recognizable but then decided the humor would be lessened if I spelled it out. Thanks, I like funny!
Some of us old fogies used to lift weights at the Y.
And play basketball, and swim, and even bowl at the Y. Fond childhood memories of our local facility.
And now I have the image of four reindeer doing the YRCA dance. 🙂 And “single-parent stall” is just too perfect.
Oh you had to say that. Now I’ve got the YRCA earworm. Thanks!
I can just SEE the RIAC doing the YRCA out in the snow … and the RIAC advisory board and Elven Alchemy Auxiliary Local #115 having a hissy fit afterwards! Love it. 😀
Yeah, I can picture that too, now that I’m officially into this reindeer thing. That Advisory Board needs new blood they are hopelessly stuck in the past!
Sing it, sistah!
Good for him!
Prancer don’t take nuthin’ from nobody.