White Sox, the story of the reindeer in Alaska

by William Thomas Lopp

“It looks like fog, but it can’t be fog,” he said doubtfully. Then he became excited.

“Mother, our big herd is right yonder where that fog bank is,” he shouted.

“Yes, my son,” said Mother Reindeer. “That fog cloud is their frozen breath.”

“Come on!” cried White Sox.

Away he dashed, with Mother Reindeer at his heels.

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