At night, when Viktor was sleeping in his bed, he suddenly heard a whisper.
“Psst, Viktor” the voice said. “Wake up, I need your help.”
Viktor opened his eyes and in front of him stood Door-Slammer, with an almost scared
look on his face.
“What’s the matter, Door-Slammer?” Viktor asked.
“I am in big, big trouble!” Door-Slammer said carefully. “I’ve lost something important.”
“What did you lose?”
“I heard how you helped Sheep-Cote Clod, and I thought you could help me as well.”
“Okay,” Viktor said almost hopelessly. “But what did you lose?”
“I lost the Christmas presents for all the kids,” Door-Slammer sighed. “It was my
responsibility this year.”
“Oh, no,” Viktor gasped. “How did you lose them?”
Door-Slammer shook his head. “I don’t know, I don’t even remember when I had them
last time. What do you say? Will you help me out?”
“Of course,” Viktor said as he got out of bed, noticing that Door-Slammer had already
left him a piece of candy in the window. “Where do you think we should look first?”
“Hm,” Door-Slammer paused to think. “Maybe I left them at the hill where you guys were
out sleighing yesterday? I remember watching you from the top of the hill.”
“Okay, let’s go look there first then,” Viktor said as he put on his pants, shirt and his
“Thank you so much, Viktor,” Door-Slammer said as they went outside.
“But before we go look there, I have a great idea,” Viktor said.