"It was a snowy, cold, and busy evening in the North Pole. I was walking around Santa's toy factory smelling everything while looking for any sign of fire. My job as a black-and-white spotted Dalmatian fire dog was to find fires in any size building, large or small, on Santa's vast property. The land that Santa's toy factory sat on was four mountains square and snow covered. Large green-and-red windmills spun madly on its steep mountain peaks making electricity for the whole North Pole village to enjoy. Santa's house looked like an old English farmhouse with walls made of large gray stones two foot thick. Five beautiful hand-carved ivory pillars held up the strong slate-covered front porch roof. Santa's house was stone while the other buildings on the property were made of straw, mud, and snow."