𝕬 𝖍𝖚𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗!

One day the snake hedgehog himself stood on the edge of a cliff near the mountain and looked menacingly at the city below. He was very angry looking at the city. Remembering how he was bullied at school as a child, he still tried to quench this thirst for revenge. — I'll go alphabetically. — he said to himself and took out his yellow notebook from the needles on his head. He opens the first page at the very beginning and reads it first silently, and then calls it out loud: — Ah! Acorn, Sally, living on the street hollowed 17. I... — he pauses and, taking a deep breath, shouts at the top of his lungs towards the city: - HA-A-ATE-E-E YO-O-O-O-OU!!! The scream was so loud that it echoed through the mountains and went straight down into the city. Scourge leafed through the book and read. Fiona herself came out of the cave house, yawning and stretching her arms up. — Why are you shouting? It's still very early! — Sorry! I'll be quieter. Go back to sleep. — the snake answers. — Okay. Since I woke up anyway, I’ll at least go and prepare breakfast. — says the fox and goes into the house. Scourge at this time continued to curse everyone in the city in a whisper: — So. I hate you too, Rose, Amy. Especially I hate your daughter. And you, and you, and you, you two are twice as many... — closing the book, he again looks down menacingly and hisses through his teeth: — I can’t stand it! Then he returned to his home, climbed into the toolbox and found a sledgehammer there. He decided that this was the best remedy for the memories. Hitting himself in the head with a sledgehammer, he knocked himself out and fell asleep on the floor.

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      And in the city at this time, Cream and her mother Vanilla were sitting at home and making cookies from coconut milk and leftover raisins from boxes of semolina porridge with raisins. They made the cookies with their own clean hands, which they even remembered to wash twice. While mother and daughter were making cookies, the latter sometimes looked at the mountain where Scourge was hiding and still felt sorry for him. And she also thought: — “How is he doing there? And all alone!... Well, how about alone?... He is not alone. He has that red fox... Evil auntie!... Which means he's probably not alone. But I still feel sorry for him!” Vanilla drew attention to Cream, who at that time was thinking about something and looking out the window. At the same time, she also continued to make cookies from dough and raisins, making them round, like cutlets. Mom became interested: — What are you thinking about, sweetie? — Yes, yes. I feel a little sad and think about him. — the daughter answers, looking out the window. — About your father? — Vanilla asks. — No, mom. I meant... — the rabbit answers and, looking around, whispers in her ear: — The one who lives there in the mountains and about whom our mayor forbids everyone to talk. — About Scourge? — the rabbit guessed, asking her daughter. — About him. — confirmed Cream and again looks at the mountain in the window. — Can you keep secrets? — Of couse. — When my dad and I were at his work yesterday, he asked me to take a couple of letters without stamps to the Workshop. There I met him by chance. Scourge. He obviously got in there to misbehave and mix up a couple of letters. I was scared of him when I saw him and almost fell under pressure. — while Cream was telling this, Vanilla grabbed her cheeks in fear. — But strangely enough, he... Saved me. — mom sighed with relief. — I didn’t understand then. If he is as evil as many people secretly say about him, then why did he save me? This morning, when I got up before all of you and went to the guests' houses, I asked everyone about Scourge. However, some did not know about it themselves, others refused to talk and sent me, and others were afraid of the mayor’s ban and flatly refused to tell. But I still found those who knew. They said that Scourge was kind and obedient as a child, and also lived among us. But nasty hooligans mocked and laughed at him. — Ugh! Don't express yourself, Cream. — the mother asked her daughter politely. At the same time, she remembered that she and Ice then also studied at school with Scourge himself and also laughed at him, and she and her husband had now long forgotten about it. Now she even felt ashamed of it. — Sorry. — she apologized and continued: — So! I feel kind of sad for him. He wanted to be good and help everyone. He even wanted to become a part of our society, but this mayor is to blame. He turned everyone against him and mocked him, and then he himself forbade everyone to call him by name, although he himself was to blame. Well, he’s not a bastard, is he, mom? I don’t even know how to help Scourge? And is it possible to help him? I would like to give him a pleasant surprise to make him feel better. But I don’t know how to help him? And is it possible to help him with this?       — Oh I do not even know. — Vanilla answers, not so much because she really doesn’t know, but because she herself was ashamed. After all, she and her father also laughed at Scourge as a child, since Knuckles turned them all against him to laugh. — Okay, mom. I'll come up with something myself. — says the daughter, having made the last semblance of a cutlet from dough and raisins. - Here you go. The cookies are ready. — Clever girl. - her mother praised and putting all the cookies on an iron tray, she puts them in the oven and heats them up in the oven. Afterwards, she takes out boxes from under the leftover semolina porridge without raisins and pours them into a pan, filling them with tap water and a drop of milk, putting them on the stove and deciding to cook the semolina. — In the meantime, the New Year’s cookies will be prepared and cooled until the day after tomorrow, I will prepare semolina porridge for each of us for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. — My favorite semolina. Cream says, clasping her hands together and smiling. — I know that you like her too. — And to be honest, if we could, then we can help Scourge and cancel this stupid Knuckles ban? — asked Cream. — Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows? I do not know myself. Tomorrow there will also be a mayor's competition to choose the winner for the New Year's king for the night, which is held once every ten years. We will have to once again choose and vote for the winner. True, your dad and I still haven’t decided who to vote for. Cream immediately had an idea in her head. Having heard about the competition tomorrow, she decided to put Scourge himself in the vote. And I decided to go to the second floor to prepare in advance. — By the way, Cream, have you already figured out what to ask Father Frost? — Yes. I think I've already figured it out. Thanks for reminding me, mom. — the daughter answers and runs to her room. She immediately sat down at her desk, took out a pencil and immediately began writing a letter to Father Frost. — Dear Grandfather Frost, my family and I don’t need anything as a gift for the New Year, since we are already happy. But I want one Mobian to be happy and so I want to ask you to make him happy too. For a long time I thought about what to write to you in a letter and ask you, but for a long time I could not decide and write. On the one hand, I didn’t want to ask you for anything, because I don’t need any gifts for the New Year, except for my parents to make them happy, but on the other hand, I really wanted to ask you for something. And finally, I want to ask you to give me something nice for my future friend, or at least please him so that he is happy. Please the naga named Scourge, who lives near our city in the mountains. I know he is angry, scary, slippery and hairy, but I believe that it is not his fault that he was born and raised this way. After all, the evil mayor Knuckles made him look like this. The only one who definitely doesn't deserve gifts. And Scourge deserved, in my opinion, a second chance to enter society and become one of us. He also needs love and respect so that he can be happy and love the New Year again, just like before. So when you bring us gifts, don't forget about Scourge! This will be the best gift from you of all for me. Cream Rabbit. Having finished the letter, she checked her letter from beginning to end, put the finally written paper in an envelope, closed the envelope, glued a stamp with a carrot on the back of the envelope and wrote the addresses that this was written by the rabbit Cream from Mobiustown, and she was writing to herself Father Frost in the city of Veliky Ustyug, which is located in Russia. The letter to Father Frost was ready. Taking it with her, she got dressed and ran to the post office to see her dad. Of course, after warning my mother that she would return. Running to the post office, she gave her letter to dad and Ice immediately put her envelope in Cream’s own letter box, so that it would be sent immediately at night, along with other letters to Father Frost and from other children, by the first mail plane to Veliky Ustyug. Cream's first task was completed and all that remained was to complete task number two tomorrow: Help Scourge himself.