Next up is Blitzen. Moral of this story is: Listen to others. They may be able to tell you bigger lies about yourself than you believed possible.
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Blitzen, diagnosed with PPD (Paranoid Personality Disorder), hid his affliction long enough to be taken on by Team Clause. But once he was surrounded by eight other reindeer, he was the odd buck out, befriended only by Dancer, who was, with her gender-identification issues, the butt of a few jokes of her own.
Blitzen and Dancer bobbed in the grog trough together, and stood side by side at the oat bucket and mash bins. Blitzen, ruled as he was by the powerful notion the other bucks talked about him, overreacted shamefully, constantly looking over his haunches, to see who was grazing together, gossiping about his shortcomings.
One day he found Dasher and Prancer together, as they whispered.
Dancer, sobbed Blitzen. They say my rack is a blighty joke!
No, Blitzen, no, said Dancer. They say your rack is a mighty oak.
The following day it was Comet and Cupid who did not make eye contact.
Oh, Dancer, mewed Blitzen. They say my chin is too big!
No, Blitzen, no, said Dancer. They say you are thin as a twig.
And that same night, he heard Vixen and Rudolph.
Oh, Dancer, cried Blitzen. They say I fly slow as a turtle!
No, Blitzen, no, said Dancer. They say you don’t fly but you hurtle.
Finally, Blitzen, convinced that he was wrong and Dancer right, smiled, ditched his excessive compulsions, became the lithe, strong buck he was meant to be and lived successfully ever after.