Merry early Christmas to those who celebrate. Hope everyone has a peaceful and family filled time. My dad is home now and we’re widening doorways for wheelchairs and learning a new way to live. Don’t take your friends and family for granted. Give out extra hugs this holiday :D

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The dread potato smashed down where Crack had been, crushing French fry spears and bellowing in frustration. Having never heard the call of a potato, Crack was merely speculating as to the reason for its conniption. Could be a mating call for all he knew. He let his weird imagination run with that image for a bit to distract himself from the staggering pain in his groin.

Murder looked back over her shoulder at him and honked in glee. He patted her thankfully, still not able to draw a full breath. He had to hand it to her though. He might never be able to have cubs, but it was a smooth rescue. If only he hadn’t froze…again. 

Their ride smoothed out and Evil mumbled something, then managed to get his fangs free of Crack’s mangled ruff. He hacked up a bunch of green fur and grinned, holding up his good hand for a high five. The arm was back attached at the usual point on his shoulder and Evil looked smug. “It was my idea to rescue you! I think HER plan was a kamikaze run on the Demon Spud.”

Crack wheezed, gave Evil a weak hand wave, and then vomited over the side. Murder honked in outrage, distracted by the noxious rivulets dripping down her plumage. None of them saw the incoming strafing of roast potato chunks until it was too late.

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