The next morning, the street kids dubbed the van "The Sugarplum Express," and Timothy never let the van’s engine go cold, ensuring the sweetness of London was delivered, no matter the fog.
"It’s impossible, Tim," the baker sighed, looking at the dense yellow fog clinging to the cobblestones. "No one can navigate the docks in this." Jacob London - Sugarlump
Suddenly, a crate of fine granulated sugar slid in the back, threatening to break. Tim had to stop, quickly bracing it with his own body, shivering in the cold. But he didn't stop for long. The next morning, the street kids dubbed the
They arrived at the orphanage just as the clock struck midnight. The orphanage matron couldn't believe her eyes when the back doors of "Jacob London" opened to reveal boxes of peppermint sticks, iced cakes, and bags of white sugar, delivered by the smiling, shivering "Sugarlump." Tim had to stop, quickly bracing it with