"So What's your human names?" A boy with blonde hair asked breaking the silence.  No one answered him but he looked happy no matter what.  "Mine is Bryce by the way."
     "Mine is Craig," I answered quietly. 
     "Mine is David," the tall boy said in an Irish accent. 
     "I'm Brock," the boy with a Mohawk said next. 
     "I'm Evan," the biggest one said.  And we all looked at the smallest one of us.  He had curly light brown hair and blue eyes.  He seemed very shy and didn't want to speak.  He was shifting uncomfortable in our gaze. 
      "Mine is Scotty," he said in almost a whisper.  Then the door was aggressively opened and the man walked in holding six bright red collars with jingle bells on them.  He started to put them on each of us and the name tag on the front of it had a word.  As mine was put on I looked down and read my tag.  'Mini' that's what it said.  I smiled at it and saw that everyone else was reading the name they were given too. 
     "You'll start training tomorrow so get some sleep," the man said and walked out shutting the stall behind him. 
     "So What's your reindeer name?"  David asked and the guys looked confused.  "I got Nogla."
     "I got Mini," I replied.
     "Mine is Moo," Brock said confusedly. 
     "My tag says Vanoss," Evan stated. 
     "Mine says 407," Scotty said in another quiet voice.  This time we all looked at Bryce who was staring at his name tag confounded. 
     "What is your's Bryce?" I asked confused on why he didn't just say it yet.
     "I don't know," he replied still staring at his tag with a look of confusion. 
     "It's not that complicated just say what's on you tag."
     "That's the thing Nothing is on my tag."  We all looked at him in shock and then at his tag which was completely blank. 
      "Maybe it's just a defective tag," Brock tried to calm Bryce down who had started to breathe heavily.  "We can ask tomorrow.  Let's get some sleep."  We all agreed with that and laid down.  I closed my eyes and soon sleep consumed me.