This happened in a real enchanted forest, just before the most magical holiday of the year — New Year's Day.
Baba Yaga decided to ruin the holiday for the children:
Look at the young people these days, all they care about are those newfangled gadgets. They even send text messages to Father Frost.
She complained to her cat.
But Baba Yaga's cat wasn't just any ordinary cat — he was a magical one who could talk, and quite well at that, so he replied:
And their holiday too… Everyone's having fun, giving each other presents. But we're never invited.
I know, I know what we should do!
Baba Yaga suddenly exclaimed and began pacing back and forth around the room, thinking out loud:
We need to ruin their holiday.
That's easier said than done.
The cat replied lazily, stretching on the stove.
You try doing it. The children are already ordering presents from Father Frost, so how can you ruin the holiday now?
Just listen first, don't interrupt, you furry thing.
The old woman snapped.
I heard that children send letters to Frost through their phones these days. Ugh, these technologies — I'd roast whoever invented them in the oven. But never mind, now they'll do us a good turn. You and I will steal that phone, and the children won't get any presents at all.
Baba Yaga said, rubbing her hands together with glee.
And so they decided. The cat turned into a black raven and stole Father Frost's phone. Baba Yaga was so delighted that she even fed the cat the finest cream she had, which she only did when she was in an excellent mood.
Well done, you furry thing.
The old woman said.
Now the holiday will definitely be ruined for everyone.
Meanwhile, Father Frost gathered all his helpers in his tower:
Where on earth has that mobile gone?
Father Frost threw up his hands.
Surely I didn't lose it, silly old fool that I am. Well, Snow Maiden, haven't you found it anywhere?
No, Grandfather, we've searched everywhere with the snowmen, it's nowhere to be found.
The girl said sadly.
This is bad, very bad. The children ring me all the time, they've completely stopped writing letters.
Father Frost sighed.
Grandfather, but the phone is more convenient, faster and messages come quicker.
Snow Maiden said, not understanding.
Oh, my dear, but letters that children write by hand are filled with such magic and the spirit of the holiday. Phone messages don't have that at all.
Father Frost became quite upset.
Suddenly, a squirrel jumped through the slightly open window:
Trouble, trouble, Father Frost! Baba Yaga stole your phone, she's planning to ruin the holiday for the children, to leave them without presents. Her cat turned into a black raven and snatched the phone, and Baba Yaga threw it into the blue sea.
Oh! Oh! Oh! What will happen now.
Father Frost clutched his head.
The children won't get their presents now. My poor old head!
Grandfather, Grandfather, don't worry, we'll definitely think of something.
Snow Maiden began to comfort him.
The fairy tale characters spent the evening that way, trying to think of how to solve this difficult problem, but they couldn't come up with anything.
While Father Frost and his helpers were trying to help the children get their New Year presents, children from all over the world were trying to call Father Frost. Of course, they couldn't get through, no matter how hard they tried.
And then all the children of the world, having lost hope of reaching Father Frost by phone and getting through to the enchanted forest somehow, decided to write Father Frost real, paper letters. The old man was so happy!
Oh, I was wrong to doubt the children.
Father Frost said, putting on his ceremonial coat.
They understood that the real magic of New Year is hidden in these handwritten letters. That every little child, by dictating the text to their parents or carefully writing it themselves, sends a piece of joy. And that means New Year will definitely come. Well, Snow Maiden, are you ready to give the children their presents?
Of course I am, Grandfather.
Snow Maiden answered.
And they set off to bring magic and miracles to all the children of the world.
Read fairy tales and Father Frost will definitely bring you lots of presents too.
