Asleep by the fire, they purred and purred. No one knew where the second one had come from, or where it would go to once the flames turned to smoke.
They emerged from Antoine’s cave, their claws wrapped in tinsel, Christmas cheer curiously absent from their crustaceous minds. It would be cruel if it wasn’t surprisingly cute.
The indignity of Christmas jumpers outweighed by the unexplained proliferation of treats. They horde their bones and know not why.
Belligerent little bastards given infinite leeway due to their beauty.
The whale cares not for Christmas. It dreams of summer, and the stars.
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