Lost Christmas Tree was still wandering around the Christmas Building. He was on the second floor. He still had to find out which apartment he was supposed to be spending Christmas at. He saw the door to Apartment 11. He knocked on it.
“Gee my feet are very cold,” said Lost Christmas Tree. “There appears to be a draft coming from Apartment 11.”
“What was that about a draft coming from Apartment 11?” asked the building manager, who just happened to be walking down the hallway.
“My feet are very cold,” said Lost Christmas Tree.
“Are you sure your feet aren’t cold from walking around in no socks or shoes?” asked the building manager.
“My feet didn’t start getting cold until I knocked on the door to Apartment 11,” said Lost Christmas Tree. “Here, see for yourself.”
Lost Christmas Tree moved out of the way.
“Oh you are right,” said the building manager, also feeling a draft on his feet. “This apartment has been vacant for quite some time. I am not sure why there is such a draft in there.”
The building manager opened up the door with his key. Both he and Lost Christmas Tree saw how cold it was in Apartment 11. Lost Christmas Tree pointed to a large crack in the window.
“That explains why it is so cold in here,” said the building manager. “I need to get that fixed right away.”
Lost Christmas Tree knew Apartment 11 was not the apartment he was supposed to spend Christmas at. He knew his search was not over yet.
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