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Post by Belchic on Dec 9, 2022 17:19:36 GMT -5
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Post by Stirfry on Dec 9, 2022 19:03:48 GMT -5
An extention is fine since you gave notice.
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Post by babclayman on Dec 10, 2022 8:07:12 GMT -5
That should be Okay!
How long an extension do you think you need?
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Post by Belchic on Dec 10, 2022 12:29:17 GMT -5
Like I said, bab. New Year’s Eve will do for me.
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Post by Olwe on Dec 10, 2022 21:29:26 GMT -5
Consider you have it, you warned early enough Work on it when you can to give a nice gift to whoever you've been choosen to when the time come?...
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Post by babclayman on Dec 11, 2022 8:22:06 GMT -5
I have added you to the extension list, Belchic!
Any other Pups need an extension?
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Post by Stirfry on Dec 24, 2022 4:29:40 GMT -5
I got Mizan in the Secret Santa. She wanted one of her LuckTone pups doing Christmas Activities, so I picked Claudius meeting Santa because he seems like the type of pup to want to meet Santa.
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Post by Lucky on Dec 24, 2022 12:06:24 GMT -5
I’m the secret Santa of Shadow and Shadow requested a story about his pup in Camden Town, this was what I had in mind. I hope he enjoys it.
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French Narrator: Ah, the city of Camden Town, where a dog can be a dog. And where Shadow resides. Yes, he does live with Doug and Delilah’s family, you silly.
A Dalmatian with one star spot on both of his white ears and star spots on his body as he was wearing his black cape was outside in the backyard, his name was Shadow. Shadow was working on a story. About his life with Doug and Delilah along with their pups. He had to admit that it was pretty cool to learn about the family.
With a notebook and pencil in paw, he was ready to write the greatest story ever. However something was puzzling him, he had written a beginning, but the climax and the ending to his story had eluded him since he was drawing a blank. The story was about how Doug and Delilah met and the family came together as he was stuck at the part where they were discussing about Cruella. While he was thinking of ideas, none were going to rush up to his brain anytime soon.
He sighed as he closed his notebook, feeling defeated. He usually would leave the story open and do another story, but this time he wanted to get this story done for a change. He looked, hearing the laughter and the playing of the other pups. I wish I never could get a writer's block. He thought. The sounds of the pups laughing and playing seemed like music to his own ears.
Shadow thought about asking Dylan and Dolly, but Dylan was too busy cleaning the house, Dolly on the other hand would be easy to ask, but he knew that she was more into having fun. She had that way about her that screams “Excitement and Fun!”
Dawkins was too busy working on the Kibble Dispenser. He shook his head, he had no interest in talking to Dawkins since the last time Dolly convinced Dawkins to find a way for them to have an indoor pool. But he knew that there was two dalmatians who could help him out in his time of need
Da Vinci and Deja Vu. He saw that Da Vinci was painting her masterpiece as he was walking up to her, if anyone had the answers that he needed, then she would. “Hey Da Vinci.” He spoke. He sat down on his rear as he saw that she was creating a scenery. “Whatcha doing?”
Da Vinci smiled as she dusted her paws off. “Working on something special for my sister’s photo-op.” She replied to Shadow. She wanted to get the wet paint off of her paws so that they wouldn’t get paint anywhere. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to come up with ideas for a story.” Shadow replied to Da Vinci. “Any ideas?”
“I don’t know much about Stories, but I like to listen to music sometimes to help me think.” Da Vinci replied.
“Think it could help with a story I’m working on?” Shadow asked.
Da Vinci nodded. “It should.” She replied. “Never hurts to try.” “How so?” Shadow asked.
Da Vinci started thinking of ways to explain to Shadow the possible ways of losing Writers Block. “What story are you writing, anyway?” She asked him.
Shadow looked at his book and opened it. Explaining the events in his story, on how Doug and Delilah met and the family came together as he was stuck at the part where they were discussing about Cruella. And how he couldn’t think of any outcome.
“You might want to look for some classical or romantic or possibly some music that has some action.” Da Vinci suggested.
“How do I go about doing that?” Shadow asked. “DJ might help you with that.” Da Vinci replied. “Of course!” Shadow agreed.
Shadow started to walk away, but looked back at Da Vinci. “Thanks.” He said to her with a smile on his face and his tail was wagging. “But what about Dallas, Destiny and Deja Vu?”
Da Vinci looked at Shadow. “Don’t tell anyone, I told you this.” She said to Shadow as she walked over to him. “But they usually recycle some of their videos.”
“You’re kidding.” Shadow spoke.
Da Vinci shook her head. “No.” She spoke.
“Oh, well. Thanks anyway, Da Vinci.” Shadow said to Da Vinci as he started walking away.
“Anytime, Shadow.” Da Vinci spoke.
Shadow walked away when he started hearing music, it was coming from inside the house. The Dalmatian followed the music toward the living room, hearing DJ playing his music. He did wonder if Da Vinci’s advice would help him out as he heard the music getting louder, he noticed a Dalmatian with headphones on his ears, dishing out the tunes.
The Star Spotted Dalmatian approached DJ and tapped him on the shoulder, hoping to get his attention. DJ noticed Shadow and turned his stereo off, as he looked at the Dalmatian. “Hey Shadow, what’s up?” He asked.
“Nothing much, I figured you could help me with my story.” Shadow replied to DJ as he sat his notebook down.
“What story?” DJ asked.
Shadow explained to DJ that he was working on his own idea on how Doug and Delilah met and the family came together as he was stuck at the part where they were discussing about Cruella. DJ had a thought as he took out a record. “Maybe this will help.” He began to play the music. The idea seemed to intrigue Shadow as it played a light drum, some strumming of the guitar strings and other musical instruments.
Shadow started picturing the entire story now as he started writing and let DJ know when to change the records, the Dalmatian smiled, knowing that he has finally defeated the writer’s block for now. Many records and songs later. Shadow was able to finish his story.
“Finally it is done.” Shadow said to DJ. “Glad to be of some help.” DJ spoke.
DJ started playing more music now as Shadow went back outside the house and sat underneath a big tree. He wagged his tail, knowing that he has finally finished his story. But decided to look back at the story and correct his mistakes and grammars, hoping that when Delilah and Doug arrived at the house, he would be able to show them the story that he had written.
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Post by Two-Tone on Dec 24, 2022 18:07:01 GMT -5
here's my Secret Santa for babclayman, I hope he likes it. Took me a while to figure out what to do and I hope this will be to his liking ^^ Christmas was fast approaching as the dalmatian puppies were getting ready for the holiday. One such pup was Clayton whom was thinking of ideas for a present for Kendra for Christmas but he seemed to have problems on deciding what to get her exactly. “Hmm, what would Kendra like for Christmas?” Clayton pondered before an idea hit him. “Maybe I could ask others for their advice!” he said as he headed off to find the other dalmatians and ask for some ideas. He first came across Cadpig whom was meditating on the snow. “Err Cadpig, don't you think it's pretty cold to be meditating in the snow?” Clayton asked. “Not when your chakra is aligned like mine.” Cadpig responded as she continued to meditate. “I can also sense you have a question to ask me, so ask away.” she added on. “Oh um sure, I was going to ask you what I should get Kendra for Christmas.” Clayton asked Cadpig. “Oh, well maybe you can get her something she might like.” Cadpig suggested. “Even though one day material possessions won't mean much.” she added in. “Right, I'll give that some thought.” Clayton said as he got up to leave. As he did he decided on asking another pup's advice. He began to search till he saw Rolly hanging out at the Chow Tower, he decided to ask him for advice. “Hey Clayton” Rolly greeted Clayton as he was eating a paw full of kibble. “Hey Rolly, I was going to ask you something.” Clayton said to Rolly as he watched Rolly eat. “Hey sure, hold on.” Rolly finished swallowing the kibble in his mouth before he turned to Clayton. “Okay what is it?” he asked Clayton. “Well I'm trying to find something Kendra would like for Christmas but I haven't found anything for her.” Clayton said. “Think you can help me?” he asked. “Yeah, usually food appeals to me. Maybe you can try that for her.” Rolly answered. “Hmm yeah, I think I'll try that.” Clayton said although he already knew that wouldn't work with Kendra. He headed off searching for more advice, he chanced to see Patch walking up, he decided to meet with Patch. “Hey Patch, think I can ask you a question?” Clayton asked Patch. “Sure, what's up?” Patch asked “Well I'm trying to find a perfect present for Kendra, think you can help me get an idea for what to get her.” Clayton told Patch. “Hmm, wish I could help you Clayton. But I got no idea what she'd like.” Patch told Clayton. “Well thanks anyway Patch.” Clayton headed off. He wondered who could give him advice? He later tried Penny and Jewel and got their opinions but it didn't seem to inspire him much. He did spy Mooch along with Dipstick, and Wizzer. He decided to approach them to ask their opinions. “Um hey guys, could I ask for some advice?” Clayton asked as the trio looked at him. “What kind did you need? And does it look like I give advice?” Mooch asked Clayton. “Um wasn't that Two-Tone's job Mooch?” Dipstick asked Mooch. “You don't see her around, do you?” Mooch asked Dipstick. “No...” Dipstick replied. “You might want to ask her.” Dipstick told Clayton. “Yeah.” Wizzer adds in before he runs off to a nearby bush for a moment. “Well okay, shouldn't be hard to find Two-Tone then.” Clayton said as he left the gang alone as he heads off, he had a gut feeling he wasn't going to get any advice from Mooch, Dipstick, and Wizzer anyhow. “I just hope Two-Tone has some good advice.” Clayton searched for Two-Tone till he saw her looking at the yard sale box which was covered in snow. “Hey Two-Tone, could I ask you something?” Clayton asked Two-Tone. “Sure, besides I think everything is ruined in here anyhow.” Two-Tone said as she faced Clayton. “So what is it you want to know?” she asked him “Well Two-Tone, I was trying to figure out what kind of gift to get Kendra for Christmas, but so far I've not found anything, I did get advice from Cadpig and Rolly but I dunno still.” Clayton told Two-Tone. “Well, I would appeal to what she likes, then again you could always surprise her. I know I'd like to be surprised.” Two-Tone answered Clayton. “Hmm that could work but I dunno what would surprise her to be honest.” Clayton responded. “Thanks anyway Two-Tone.” Clayton said as he headed off. “Your welcome!” Two-Tone replied as Clayton walked off. Clayton continued to ponder all the advice he had gotten so far, he decided to get a few more opinions before he made his decision. He first encountered Spot as he approached the spotted chicken. “Hey Spot, could I ask you something?” Clayton asked. “Sure thing, so what's going on?” Spot asked. “Well Spot, I'm trying to figure out what to give Kendra for Christmas and I had gotten advice from some of the other pups but so far nothing seems to work, you got any ideas?” Clayton asked Spot. “Hmm, well I'm not too sure but maybe you should focus on something she would like.” Spot replied to Clayton. “Hmm that could work, thanks anyway Spot.” Clayton turned and left as Spot watched him leave. Clayton thought about all the advice he had gotten as he headed into the barn, his ears perked as he heard the sounds of Thunderbolt on TV. He went over and saw Lucky watching Thunderbolt on TV. He went over to Lucky and took a seat as well. “Hey Lucky, hope I'm not distracting you from watching Thunderbolt.” Clayton said to Lucky. “Ah, no problem. Besides I think they showed this episode last year. It is the Christmas one after all.” Lucky told Clayton as he faced him. “So what's on your mind?” Lucky asked. “Well, I've been trying to get ideas on what to get Kendra. I've asked around for ideas but so far nothing's inspiring me.” Clayton told Lucky. “Yeah, I was thinking the same for Two-Tone too. Although she likes a lot of stuff.” Lucky replied. “Maybe you could try to appeal to one of her likes” Lucky suggested. “I've heard that bit of advice from Two-Tone when I saw her earlier.” Clayton told Lucky. “Really? Wow. I didn't expect her to give the same advice I just gave.” Lucky said. “Anyhow what does Kendra like?” Lucky asked Clayton, Clayton began to explain to Lucky what it was Kendra liked. Lucky pondered it for a moment. “Well jewelry could appeal to her. I know Two-Tone does.” Lucky told Clayton. “Yeah but where can I find any she might like? And before you even ask, no I'm not going into Cruella's.” Clayton told Lucky. “I heard Swamp Rat might have something Clayton. But I wouldn't trust him either.” Lucky told Clayton whom nodded. “Thanks anyhow Lucky.” Clayton got up and headed out of the barn. “No problem Clayton!” Lucky said as he watched Clayton leave. He thought about what Lucky said as he started to head toward the swamp to have a chat with Swamp Rat. Clayton soon arrived in the swamp as he looked around for any sign of Swamp Rat till he saw the entrance to Swamp Rat's casino, he approaches it as Swamp Rat suddenly appears. “Well, howdy howdy, howdy! What can I do for ya?” Swamp Rat asked as he looked over Clayton. “I was wondering what kind of jewelry you have here” Clayton asked. “Oh I got a lot of fine choices, but ya better be able to afford them, or else.” Swamp Rat told Clayton. “Um okay.” Clayton replied, though he was a bit unsure as Swamp Rat showed him some valuable looking necklaces, many with precious looking stones on them. “Whoa.” Clayton said as he looked at them, he knew Kendra might like them. “Like what ya see huh?” Swamp Rat asked Clayton. “They are very nice, how much for one of them?” Clayton asked. Swamp Rat only grinned. “Well, it depends. Whatcha got on ya?” Swamp Rat asked Clayton. Clayton gulped a bit knowing Swamp Rat could be asking for just about anything. “Well, actually I got nothing.” Clayton replied. “That so? Well then ya know poor folk aren't allowed here in these parts.” Swamp Rat told Clayton. “Unless, ya got something else in mind to trade.” he said eyeing Clayton's collar. “Wait, my collar?” Clayton said surprised. “yup, unless ya wanna meet my bouncers.” Swamp Rat told Clayton as Cydney and Steven appeared. Clayton gulped as he saw the snake and alligator approach. “Um, I think I'll pass.” Clayton backed away before he ran at full speed back to the farm. He didn't want to look back incase Steven was behind him still. Clayton soon made it back to the safety of the farm as he headed to the barn and collapsed on a hay pile out of exhaustion. Soon Christmas arrived on the farm, Clayton felt down as he couldn't find a gift for Kendra, despite the advice he was given. He sighed knowing he'd have to see Kendra later on. He got up and headed toward the farm house where the other dalmatians were at. He sighed and stopped, he didn't have a present for Kendra and didn't want to see her hurt by that. “Dunno if I could show myself to her emptypawed.” Clayton said as he sat in the snow. The past days he couldn't put any ideas together, that and almost becoming lunch for Steven and Cydney didn't help matters either. “Clayton? What are you doing out here still?” Came a voice, Clayton looked up to see Kendra approaching him, he looked down again as Kendra joined him. “Well besides feeling bad that I didn't get you a present for Christmas.” Clayton told Kendra, Kendra shook her head as she looked at Clayton. “Don't worry Clayton.” Kendra said to Clayton. “But why? I'm emptypawed and didn't get you a present.” Clayton sighed again. “But Clayton, you did get me one thing.” Kendra told Clayton, he perked up and looked at Kendra “Wait, what did I get you besides nothing?” Clayton asked as Kendra smiled at him and nuzzled him. “Well a private moment between us for starters.” Kendra told Clayton as her tail wagged. Clayton blushed. “Y-yeah, I guess that would work Kendra.” Clayton said sheepishly. Kendra nods her head in agreement before she licks his cheek causing Clayton to blush even more. “It does for me Clayton, now let's get inside before we freeze our spots off.” Kendra told Clayton as she heads into the farm house, Clayton followed Kendra inside as they went to where the rest of the family was at. Clayton and Kendra sat and joined in with the other dalmatians. Clayton felt relieved that he did get Kendra something, even if it wasn't a material object.
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Post by Raine Dearly on Dec 24, 2022 19:08:48 GMT -5
This is for Belchic. I chose Joey has enlisted two other girl pups on the farm (who are NOT other OC’s of mine) to help him masquerade as Santa Claus totem pole trench style (with Joey on top) and go around Dearly Farm spreading Christmas cheer to the other pups on the farm. I hope he likes it.
It was the week before Christmas at the Dearly farm and everyone was excited meet or see Santa come to the farm. However nothing had really happened at the farm that made it seem like Christmas. A pup named Joey was hanging out with two other Dalmatians in Melanie and Balance who were untangling some lights to put on the barn door to decorate it and make it look nice.
Melanie asked Balance “how much lights are here and how are we supposed to get to the top of the barn?” Balance responded to her by saying “ there are a lot of lights aren’t there especially if only two of us are putting them up and as for how we’re going to do it, well surely there is a big ladder. “
Meanwhile Joey was observing the pups and farm animals and their moods. He thought of something to do and would need help to do it. He looked at Melanie and Balance “ hey girls I know the pups wanted you two to put up the lights, but can someone else do that. I need your help for something else.
Melanie and Balance both looked at each other and Melanie said “ what do you need us for?”
Joey said “They animals and pups look a little down, so I want to dress up as Santa. Give them a few gifts. Sing some carols or something to make pups and animals happy or spread some Christmas cheer. “
Melanie said to him “ oh so you want us to be elves or something like that?”
Joey responded “ no I don’t think Santa was 2cm tall, I need two to stand on each other shoulders and I get on the other shoulder like a totem pole and I dress up as Santa. Can you do that for me?”
Melanie nodded as did Balance. Balance said “ yes we will help, but where is the this Santa suit?”
Joey said to them “ I saw one in Roger’s closet. We can practice the totem pole when we borrow it. “
Joey, Melanie and Balance were in Roger’s room and they practiced the totem pole. Balance at the bottom, Melanie for the middle and Joey on top and they got the suit.
Joey said to Balance “ can you wear boots, is that too uncomfortable for you?
Balance shook her head and said “ no it’s fine, anything for spreading joy. “
Joey then asked Melanie “ hey there would be comfortable wearing gloves and given thumbs up and stuff like that?”
Melanie said to Joey “ it’s the same answer as Balance said I’ll be fine.”
Balance put on the boots and the suit that would fit around her. Melanie stood on her shoulders and put the white Santa gloves on. Joey got on Mel’s shoulders and put the head of Santa costume on. It now looked like Joey was being Santa by himself.
After they put the Santa suit on, they went to different parts of the farm to spread some Christmas cheer, including Carols and small presents.
First stop was the chicken pen. “ Buck buck buck Merry Christmas to you guy.”Santa said the Chickens. Spot asked Santa “ oh how cool to meet you and so what have you brought us?” Santa put seeds and food for the chickens for a month and sang silent night to the chickens. “What do you think chickens?” Spot said “ it’s perfect thank you Santa.”
Silent Night
Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia, Christ the Savior is born! Christ the Savior is born Silent night, holy night! Son of God love's pure light. Radiant beams from Thy holy face With dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus Lord, at Thy birth Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Next stop was Ed and Dumpling’s place. Ed and Dumpling couldn’t believe their eyes at to what they were seeing. “ Santa is that you ?” Dumpling said. “ Oink Oink Oink, Merry Christmas to you.” Ed said “ Mayor Ed here, it’s a pleasure to meet you Santa. So have you brought us?” Santa brought them pig feed for them to eat, a red bow for Dumpling and votes for Ed and he sang Jingle Bells. “ How was that guys ? “ Santa said. Dumpling said to Santa “ Oh that was amazing, thank you for the gift.” Ed said “ you’re welcome here anytime.”
Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight,
oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh
Now the ground is white Go it while you're young Take the girls tonight Sing this sleighing song Get a bobtailed bay Two forty for his speed And hitch him to an open sleigh And you will take the lead
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Oh, what fun it is to ride In one horse open sleigh!
Next stop was Princess and Duchess, the two cows. “ Moo Moo Moo Merry Christmas to you two ladies.” Santa. Princess said to Duchess “ oh my goodness it’s Santa. “ Duchess said to Santa “ thanks for coming Santa, it’s surreal to see you here.” Princess said to him “ what have you brought us?”Santa brought them lots of hay for them to eat,and a heating cup for their utters to feel nice and warm. Santa sang Joy to the world. “ So what do you think of it girls?” Princess said “ My oh my that was amazing. You’re one of a kind Santa.”
Joy to The World
Joy to The world! the Lord is come Let earth receive her King Let ev'ry heart prepare him room And heaven and nature sing And heaven and nature sing And heaven and nature sing
Joy to the world! the Savior reigns Let men their songs employ While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy
No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found, Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness And wonders of His love And wonders of His love And wonder wonders of His love
Next stop was the Colonel, Captain and SGT Tibbs. Santa said to them “ ho ho ho merry Christmas my colonel, Sargent and Captain, I have gifts for you.” Colonel, SGT Tibbs and Captain were surprised and excited to see Santa. “ Oh my it’s Santa nice to meet you. So what hav you brought us.” Colonel said. Santa brought to captain a fresh set of horse shoes, he brought Colonel a brand new scarf, he brought SGT a whistle to blow on incase people can’t hear him or they just ignore him. Santa sang Angels we have heard on high.
Angels we have heard on High
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly, sweetly through the night And the mountains in reply Echoing their brief delight
Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria, in excelsis Deo
Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria, in excelsis Deo
Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing, Come, adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria, in excelsis Deo
Finally the Dalmatians were the next and final stop for Santa. Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Penny, Two- tone, Patch, Wizzer, Dipstick and others were watching tv. They were watching Thunderbolt and it was on commercials. They saw dog kibble on tv that looked appealing to them. Santa couldn’t find kibble for them and he walked in on them. He said “ woof woof woof Merry Christmas, I am Santa.” Cadpig rubbed her eyes as she continued believe what she was seeing. She said “ oh my it’s Santa. I’m Cadpig as you would probably most definitely know. Why are you here so early before Christmas?” Santa said “ to make you happy and joyful.” Cadpig was crying a bit and said “ oh I am now that you are here. Come my family will love to see you.” Cadpig took Santa to see the other pups and finally they met. Lucky, Rolly, Penny, Two-tone, Wizzer, Dipstick the pups were so happy to see Santa. Penny said to Santa “ nice to meet you, I’m sure you have met me before. Can we sing songs and play games?” Santa began to realise that he was the gift to pups and he said “ ho ho ho, absolutely and we can play games. “ They sang Rudolph the red nose reindeer, jelly bell rock and hark the herald Angel sing.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
(Sung by Lucky) You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say "Rudolph, with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer You'll go down in history"
(Sung by Cadpig)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say "Rudolph, with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer You'll go down in history"
Jingle Bell Rock
(Sung by Two-tone)
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet That's the jingle bell rock
(Sung by Patch)
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell rock
Hark The Herald Angel Sing
(Sung by Penny)
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With th’angelic host proclaim:
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
(Sung by Rolly)
Christ by highest heav'n adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
(Sung by Jewel)
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
All the songs along with the pups were sung alongside Santa.
Santa, Dalmatians and all the animals on the farm were celebrating Christmas together and enjoying themselves. The farm was lit up and the atmosphere was electric. Everyone on the farm was now ready for Christmas.
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Post by Belchic on Dec 24, 2022 20:35:16 GMT -5
Wow! That was quite a story, Raine! Thank you! Well, since he posted his gift for me, I guess I’ll go ahead and post mine. I guess I didn’t need my extension after all, because despite being busy, I managed to finish mine!
For my Secret Santa, I was assigned the one who is newest to our tradition: Cadpig. This user asked for a review on one of his fanfics. One of them wasn’t finished, but it didn’t seem fair for me to review that, especially since I got a lot of backlash the last time I did that, so instead, I chose to review “My Fair Spotty”, so here we go:
I will start off by saying I did have quite a few problems with this fanfic. Though I’m not going to go all Nostalgia Critic and be pessimistic and cynical like what someone else on this forum did when he reviewed my fanfics (or like what I did once before). I’ll try to be fair here:
My first problem with the fanfic is it’s way too long. I had a really hard time trying to find the time to read it, and even when I did try to read it, my screen kept jumping back up making me lose my place and forcing me to backtrack. Not to mention, it’s a lengthy 3-chapter story for what is supposed to be just a deleted scene for an episode, and yet it’s longer than the episode itself, which seems kind of excessive. One criticism I should give is to trim down your stories and keep them short. Quickness is more likely to grab a reader’s attention, especially when they don’t have the time to sit and read it. Then again, this was written by someone on a forum where it seems every fanfic is written like this. I understand it’s to help educate people who don’t know the source all that well, but you can still simplify it. This is supposed to be a “101 Dalmatians” fanfic, not freaking War and Peace! Though I will say, at least the way he wrote this story was pretty straightforward as opposed to another user I know who writes things so mysteriously making it hard for me to understand (in my perspective, at least). Fanfics to franchises aimed at kids shouldn’t have to be rocket science. But I digress. Anyway, on to the story. This takes place after the events of the episode, “The Making Of…”. Here, the main pups have just gotten their show green-lit, and now, they are asking a new pup named Spotty to join the main cast. Let me start off by saying, I am a little confused about Spotty. First of all, the name is kinda generic, and it could also be confusing to have him in the main pups considering there’s already a character with a similar name. Not to mention, we already have like a dozen OC’s on this forum named Spotty. As for his personality, I can’t really say much because the character needs some more exploration. What does he look like physically? What are his ear colors? What color is his collar? How big is he? And why does he keep talking in slang so much? I know I’m nitpicking a lot, but there’s just so much that begs an explanation. Also, if you’re going to insert your fan character into a fanfic, you gotta do it with extreme caution. If you have your fanfic more focused on the character rather than the story itself, then you risk losing people’s interest, especially if the character is related to or best friends with the main characters. I wouldn’t call Spotty a Gary Stu though, because I can tell he has flaws (in a good way).
In the first chapter, we see a montage of Spotty trying to audition to be in the show, which is entertaining but could have been trimmed down a little. One good thing I will say is that the writer truly nailed the personalities of the main pups…except for Rolly, he could have used a little improvement like saying his catchphrase, “Oh, papa!” and showcasing his food obsession. This is a special occasion that I rarely see in a lot of 101D fanfiction, and I commend the writer for that.
The second chapter is where things start to fall apart. It seems like the story shifted in a totally different direction as it felt like a re-hash of the episode “My Fair Moochie”, just with the cast altered. One good thing I liked about this was Vandella was in this story, and she seemed to have a fairly good-sized role in it. Not that I love Vandella, but it is nice to see some spotlight given to characters who didn’t get much screen time in the series. Though, El Diablo was also there for no apparent reason at all. Another thing about this chapter that bothered me was Spotty mentioning…PAW Patrol? So now, we’re referencing other shows here? Whenever a fanfiction turns into a crossover, that’s usually where I draw the line, regardless of how much I love the franchises represented. Also, PAW Patrol is not a military-based show. I don’t know how the writer came up with that idea.
The third chapter was also a bit confusing. At first, it felt more like an episode of Ninja Turtles with everyone talking about pizza kibble with weird toppings, and Lucky saying “Cowabunga” and all (Seriously, when did Lucky ever say “Cowabunga”? That is so out of character for him). Then it ended with Spotty and the main pups talking about their least favorite characters and if they think the series deserves a movie, which to me felt like the author just expressing his own personal opinions on the series. Though there was an unexpected twist where Spotty decided to turn down the role of being in the cast, which I honestly didn’t see coming. Also, the ending felt a bit anti-climactic.
So overall, that’s my thoughts on the story. To put this in the nicest way possible, this person’s writing needs work. This wasn’t the best fanfic I ever read by any means, but it wasn’t the worst either. I’m going to give this story…a 6.5 out of 10. So now, I’m going to give some advice to the writer on how he can improve should he decide to continue writing: 1. Keep your stories short. Quickness is more likely to gain a reader’s attention, especially for those who have short attention spans or don’t have the time to read long stories. 2. Keep your stories focused on one main plot. Adding in too many sub-plots or changing the plot midway will put you at risk of confusing your readers. 3. If you’re going to insert your fan character into your story, you should do it with extreme caution. Have more focus on the story rather than the character, but if you want to focus more on the character, give him some attributes that would make him interesting to read about. Characters with vague bios or facts that make them a Gary Stu will not gain interest from your audience. 4. Most importantly of all: Don’t give up. Take constructive criticism like this into account when writing your next story. Keep on trying, and you’re sure to improve the more you keep it up. Practice makes perfect.
That concludes my review. Belchic out.
There you go, Cadpig. Sorry if it may not be the kind of review you were expecting, but you wanted an honest review, and I gave you my honest opinion. Hope you won’t take offense to anything I said here.
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Post by Cadpig on Dec 25, 2022 1:06:10 GMT -5
Thank you Belchic and no harm done on me. In fact this is actually why I've kinda backed off a bit for now on writing 101 Dalmatian fanfics. Of course nobody's perfect when writing ANY kind of fanfic but I will say you do have great points on focusing more on the main plot and trimming it down. And honestly I've had this feeling that perhaps I've been overdoing it on some of these long pieces of Fics. Overall I do appreciate your helpful tips and I do indeed plan to continue on these 101 D stories in the mere future with these things in mind. We can continue more discussion on PM if you wish.
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Post by Cadpig on Dec 25, 2022 1:30:38 GMT -5
Anyway, here is my Secret Santa gift to Two-Tone. She wanted art work with Lucky kissing Two-Tone and Two-Tone blushing under the mistletoe. After much consideration, I felt that this was art that I could actually do. So here you are Two-Tone! ^^
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Post by babclayman on Dec 25, 2022 7:32:34 GMT -5
Woah, really nice work from everyone here, today! Good use of colours and words, too! MERRY CHRISTMAS, Pups! I hope the day is doing good for all of you! It is Christmas Day, and that means it is Secret Santa time, and this year, I am…TREY’S Secret Santa! In this Holiday Image, we have Diana and her Partner In Crime, Rob! Despite being antagonistic Dalmatians, it does seem that Diana & Rob do have genuine affection for one another! So, here we have Diana tempting Rob with a Mistletoe! How do you think Rob may take to this!?MERRY CHRISTMAS, PUPS! I hope Trey likes the Secret Santa, and I hope you do, too! *Hugs* What do you think of your Secret Santa, Trey!?
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Post by Shadow Dearly on Dec 25, 2022 8:03:10 GMT -5
Okay, Merry Christmas, everyone! It's Christmas morning, and my Secret Santa this year is General! He asked for a story in which his OC Stirfry wanted to bring some Christmas cheer to some of the other junkyard dogs. I added my own person spin. And I tried my best to keep this story PG/PG-13.
I wrote this story completely by hand with the use of a medium nib Lamy Safari, a beginner level fountain pen. Please give me constructive criticism because this is my first time writing Stirfry. Who knows, maybe they'll be a sequel some day. Or when I feel like writing one about the other characters, giving them more depth. The pinnacle of fiction can only be achieved by accepting criticism well. It's how we learn. It's how to make stories better.
“A Stirfry Christmas” By: Shadow Dalmatian
December. The twelfth month of the year. Light snow is falling, a calming breeze in the air. All around, broken down cars look as if they had a serious case of dandruff. And yes, I’m acutely aware that the year’s coming to an end. You don’t need to tell me that.
I hear Christmas music coming from a building in which humans seem to come and go. Don’t ask me what it looks like from the inside. . . I’ve never been indoors. Every time I got close to the entrance, I always hear, “No, Stirfry!”, or the ever popular, “Out, darn mongrel!”
And to think these people are dog lovers. The snow is only a light dust. If it picks up, I know they’ll let us in for warmth. But something must be valuable if they’re not letting us inside.
It appears I forgotten to introduce myself. The name’s Stirfry. I got the name because for some reason I get electrocuted on a regular basis. I’m surprised I’m still alive. I’m a mostly brown scruffy mutt with floppy ears, a white belly and fore legs and paws and brown hind legs and paws. And a darker shade of brown can never be missed upon my back. Green collar and I wear goggles because I find them fashionable. I’m plump, obviously, from the good food I get here. (Even though I’m not allowed to go into the office—except for emergencies—I can expect the owners to be vital in feeding me, even if I annoy them at times.) But don’t expect me to forage for food in the garbage. I’m better than that. I’m a dog. Not a rat. However, as I look through the junkyard, accompanied by my companion Tom, a wrench that speaks his mind, I am dumbfounded by this place, and how it looks holiday deserted. I don’t know how Christmas is celebrated, but I know humans sometimes go overboard decorating the interior and exterior of their homes in various colorful—in which I call Gay—or the same— very original—bulbs. And darn it, I want this barren junkyard to have some Christmas spirit. One wreath is not enough. There should be bulbs strewn around the place; a neon sign that blinks “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays.” And a tree!
No, I’m not calling Sandy here. Decorating a tree with skeletons, skulls, and pumpkins and having black and purple tinsel, with matching purple bulbs, may work for Sandy, but it doesn’t set well for my taste.
I’m all everything made from scrap. It’s my expertise. Nevertheless, something must be done. Why only decorate one room but never anywhere else? Laziness? It’s preposterous.
Furthermore, there’s something about December that fills me with the utmost joy. I don’t mind the cheesy Christmas carols, and I find it hard to sing along. It’s as if there’s a hidden charm in those songs that makes people sing along. Nobody’s immune. I don’t know who has a problem with the holidays.
I venture deeper in the junkyard, passing cars that met their maker—rusted, with all four wheels gone—when I encounter them. The other canine patrons. The first, a burly Rottweiler, fit and in shape from working out, is seen laying his back against one of the cars. Interior, his fur’s chocolate brown that compliments his exterior black fur. His forepaws match his interior fur, while his hind paws correspond to his exterior. Ice blue eyes, that could cause others to swoon, is his secret weapon. He was the first person I’ve met, and he’s got a fitting name: Rex. Under his right eye is a scar, but good luck getting Rex to explain how he got it. All I know is that he nearly had his bad eye surgically removed.
Next to Rex is a canine with light to dark grey fur, white paws, ice blue eyes, and a curly tail. In case you’re zoning off, or don’t speak Dog, the second dog’s a Husky. A red and green checkered scarf wrapped around his neck. His name is Shade, and he’s very festive during Christmas, especially with his ample stomach. He could be Santa Paws! Along with Rex and Shade, a Golden Retriever laid next to them. He is an astronomy geek to which I can relate. I’ve my own interest in which others may eye me weirdly. Golden fur. Well-prepped. Green collar. Like the others, he too has a human sounding name: Thomas. As I eye at his emerald green eyes, he eyes back.
“Hello, Stirfry,” said the Golden Retriever, sullen. “I suspect that you’re having better days than us. What graces us your presence?” I can sense a sadness in his tone. One that I can’t seem to place my paw on. Still, he nudged the others. “Hey, look alive you two. Stirfry’s here.”
“Hey, Shade, I love the new scarf. It’s very fitting to you.” I gave a slight smile, hoping to pick off their heavy boulders from their backs, or do something that ends up shocking the four of us, plus Tom. However, Tom doesn’t like being electrocuted, but I don’t mind it. It happens to me so much that I’ve lost count. “You look festive.” “What’s so great about it?” scoffed the Rottweiler. “It’s just another day in December. Thomas is upset because the weather’s not permitting us to see the Geminids tonight, Shade learned his best mate’s ghosted him all along, and me. . . I don’t want to talk about it.”
Shade snickered and said, “You stubbed your toe on a car bumper and swore like a sailor on the open seas.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t set a world record in swearing.” Thomas interjected.
Rex growled, eyeing both with icy eyes. “Shut up, you bozos! The last thing I want is to relive the past.”
“Hey, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Thomas shrugged, smirking at the Rottweiler. “Surely, she wouldn’t approve of your language.” He and Shade ruffled their paws on Rex’s body; I could tell he was on the verge of flying off the handle. It will be easy for me to make my muzzle move before Rex could do something he’ll regret later.
However, Tom had other plans and he slammed down hard upon the skulls of Shade, Thomas, and Rex. They appeared dazed, tongues out, rotating stars above their bruises. “TOM!” I yelped. “I’m so sorry, you three! I guess Tom spoke his opinion.” I icily glared at Tom. “Tom, apologize to the three.”
“Gah, my head hurts!” Rex said, feeling a bump on the top of his head, coming to himself. He glared at Tom. “Dude, that was totally uncalled for!”
“Mmmm. . . what day is it today?” Shade asked, dazed. “Monday? Wednesday? Are we in January yet?”
Thomas groaned and sat up, rubbing his head. He then eyed down and with wide-eyes, switched positions, laying on his stomach, and refused to move. There’s no need to explain what is happening to Thomas, but it seems to happen with him more often than not.
“Thomas? What’s going on?” I asked. “You sat up and then quickly laid back down in a heartbeat.”
“Oh, nothing. . . nothing’s going on! I’m completely fine!” Thomas said, his body still, his brain channel surfing through different thought bubbles as way to make him feel normal. “So, Junkyard. You came to ask us something?”
“Okay. . .” I nodded, collecting myself. I gaze the barren landscape. “Guys, do you think the junkyard will be decorated in time for Christmas?”
Rex shrugged. “Ordinarily, I don’t celebrate any holiday. What’s the point in decorating for a few weeks, only to take them down when the holidays are over?” Side note: Rex doesn’t understand religion—and what Christmas is about—and he doesn’t want to hear about it. “Do you see the office building there?” Thomas, Shade, Tom, and I eyed to the main office. “I was able to see through the window, and I saw an elongated plus symbol with a golden man planted on it. I have no idea what it was, so I marked my territory and moved on.”
Shade smiled and rubbed Rex’s head, his own throbbing diminishing. Rex allowed the head rub, leaning into the Husky. “Come on,” he replied. “Just think. Christmas is coming, which means there’s a chance for me to be under the mistletoe. If we get mistletoe.”
“Shade, how would you meet someone if you never make a move? You never make a move. It’s what differentiates you from me and Thomas.” Rex grinned in return. Shade’s ears folded back. “Look at us. How did we find girls? By leaving the junkyard and evading the doggy police.”
“Guys! No offense, but may we focus on decorating?” I asked, wanting to get back on topic. “We are in the Christmas season, and I want to make sure we have this junkyard ready.” Tom nudged me in the leg, and I brought him to my ears to hear what he has to say. “Good idea, Tom! Tom says that by decorating, your woes will be healed! Doing a job well done always makes me feel better.” I said. The snow started to feel uncomfortable on my fur, so I shook it off.
“I think our woes melted away when Tom bonked us hard on the noggin!” said Thomas, getting up on his paws. He eyed down and breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, if we work now we could finish before the snow accumulates.” Shade analyzed the snow-white junkyard and knew that something must be done. “Stirfry’s right. It’s our chance to be creative!” he wagged his curly tail. “And we can use whatever we can find here!”
“Of course! And I call dibs on the scrap metal!” We may not have access to expensive decorations, but bring me some scrap and I’ll get to work. Being in a junkyard, it’s hard not to find scrap.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find scrap here,” said Thomas, eyeing the vehicles that already met its maker from the mechanism the Retriever calls ‘The Crusher.’ Simply put a car under it and activate, and it becomes a pancake in record time! We forage from the remains, trying to see what we can collect, when Thomas said, “I think we have everything right here.”
“A car bumper, parts of an engine, some headlights,” said Shade, picking up car parts with his forelegs. “Just think what we can make with these!” I don’t think he minds the snow. Of course, it isn’t because he’s a husky. That’d be stereotypical.
So, we have to get to work before the snow accumulates. Soon, Rex gets an idea. “Before my paws freeze, we should. . .” He pointed to the vehicles that weren’t destroyed by The Crusher. “We can decorate the cars.”
Shade nodded, smiling at the Rottweiler. He then eyed the collection so far: Scrap after scrap after scrap. “I’ll be honest, Stirfry. I’ve never worked with scrap metal before. I always leave the job to you.” “You just allow your creativity blossom,” I said, ruffling the snow away by the use of my paws. “It’s quite easy working with scrap. If you’re not apprehensive in doing some welding.” Eyeing the cars, I imagine wreaths made of scrap on each and every one of the cars, covering them all with multi-colored holiday lights. I eye Rex, who scuffed the snowy ground with a paw. “Rex, you and Thomas should create some wreaths by using these,” I pawed toward the pile of scrap. “The welder should be around here somewhere. . .”
“And what if it’s in the building?” Rex replied. “It’s not as if one of us has the ability to shape-shift into a human. I’ll go get the welder.” He scurried off, and I’m hoping he doesn’t get chastised by the owners of this joint. However, we’re not the only animals here. There are felines as well, and no they don’t get special treatment. Which is surprising.
A moment later, Rex returns with the welder and a welding helmet. “Stirfry, I’ve been thinking. You’re the only one with expertise, so I deputize you to do the welding. Thomas, Shade, and I can do something that doesn’t cause us to burn ourselves.” he said. “The three of us could sneak away and find some tinsel and find unused decorations.”
The downside of the Christmas holidays is that I get so excited I forget that the boys have no experience with scrap. However, this is a perfect time to introduce them to it. “No, now more than ever you three need to learn how to work with scrap. It’s not that hard, and you’ll be glad that you’re helping the environment. All of these are recyclable.” I get to work, weaving some scrap metal into a snowflake pattern, welding them into place so they won’t fall off. We had to share the welder at times, and I supervised the boys, and sometimes said, “THOMAS! NOT RIGHT THERE!” He almost welded his nether region. Which is important to watch what you’re doing. Still, the boys were hard at work attempting their metallic wreaths, made out the finest metallic source material, and had to be handled carefully, and they left me to do the heavy welding. It’s fun.
We’re so busy we don’t notice three figures watching us from afar. To them, we’re a bunch of nincompoops making a fool of ourselves.
Hours pass, and the first of the wreaths was completed. Thomas had his hind legs crossed together. I sighed. “Thomas, if you have to pee, go.” The Retriever scurried away to a secluded area as we place the wreath on the hood of a car.
“Thomas picked the perfect time to pee!” groaned Rex, making sure the wreath didn’t look askew. “Now, he’s off making yellow snow!”
As if on cue, Thomas rejoined to resume work on our Holiday job. More wreaths were constructed and placed on the hoods. Some looked askew, but I wagged my tail and happy that we’ve come this far. Christmas is not about hanging colorful lights and buying expensive gifts. It’s about spending time with friends and family, even if I don’t have any recollections of my family. I don’t know my parents, or if I have siblings. And I don’t know if they wonder the same.
“I’ve to say, I’m feeling better already!” Rex said, his undocked tail its own propeller. “I forgotten about my grand mishap in November. And no, I won’t tell you what it is, because it’s gross sounding, but still. . . decorating seems to take my mind off from it. And I know Thomas and Shade will say the same.” Rex wagging his tail is a rarity, but it does happen. He can claim he’s a macho Rottweiler, but all macho men are softies. He doesn’t want me to tell you this, but he sometimes sleeps with a bunny plushie. I find it cute, but he threatened that he’ll tear me limb from limb if I told a soul.
Now for a tree. Rex eyed around the white-blanketed junkyard, trying to find something he could use for a tree. He eyed to the wreaths. Decisions. There comes a time when one has to choose between one of the other. “The wreaths need to be colorful, vivid, with red and green blinking lights.” he said. “We can get lights, but the obstacle is electricity.”
“I’ve got this,” Shade interjected, his scarf blowing in the wind. Snow began accumulating, which showed on the top of his head. “Now, hurry! I feel that the snow will pick up soon!”
I wondered how Shade will get the lights, and electricity, considering that the only source of power is inside the office, and I don’t want to be scolded. Plus, I don’t think we have any extension cords, and if we did we probably won’t have enough for the wreaths we made. Shade has his ways, and with that comes my trust in him. In the meantime, Rex, Thomas, and I left to find more scrap to make a tree, and Tom and I carried the welder. There must be hundreds of scrap to make a small or a medium sized tree, but no bigger than us combined.
“What do you think Shade has planned?” I asked.
Silence. Rex and Thomas are in the zone, sights set on the scrap. Getting as much as their paws can carry. I shrug, knowing Shade is doing his own thing to spruce up decorations, so I helped any way I can. The snow’s really coming down. What are the chances of us becoming pupsicles before Christmas arrives?
I lose myself in thoughts. We might not have lights, but the snow may bump up the metallic wreaths. They should stick. Unless they completely bury them. “The snow’s coming down. We may have to wait it out.” Thomas said to me and Rex. “I might not be able to see tonight’s performance of the Geminids, but I’d take this. If we weren’t working, I would totally beat your butts in a snowball fight.” As he chuckled, he got the same tingly feeling down south and said, “Uh. . . guys. . . do you mind going off without me? I have to do some things in private!” He rushed off before Rex and I could speak.
“I’ll keep Thomas in my thoughts,” Rex said as I squint my eyes and see colorful lights coming our way.
“What on earth?” I said. “Who goes there? Show yourself!”
Three felines. Remember, I told you earlier that felines regularly visit the junkyard. One’s an orange tabby, well built; the other two a Calico and Persian. The Calico was a tad heavy, and the Persian seemed to be in a contest to see if she outchubs the Calico. Scarves were wrapped around their necks. Each was helping the other carry battery-powered Christmas tree. That solves our tree problem. And I know what you’re thinking. Stirfry, Rex, you’re Canines, and the critters you’ve encountered are felines. Surely, you must be rivals.
Enough with the stereotypes. That isn’t the ordeal. It’s perfectly okay for canines and felines to coexist as equals. “Stirfry,” the Tabby cat, Tanya, said, “always getting in some kind of predicament. This day must be different. You haven’t been electrocuted yet, have you?”
“Not yet. And Tanya. . . always looking out for me.” I smirk. Tom was on high alert, waiting to strike. I made sure that Tom didn’t move an inch.
“The gals and I found this over yonder. Graciously, the tree still works. It’s battery powered, and I assumed someone placed new batteries in and forgot to turn on this thing.” Tanya showed us the tree, her tail flicking, eyes filled with wonder. Oh how she and the other cats wanted to pounce on the tree, but they kept their cool. “This just gives me whole lotta Christmas vibes. So what did you make?”
“Christmassy wreaths made entirely out of scrap.” I said, my tail imitating a turbine engine, or a fan.
“A Christmas tree: the centerpiece of holiday decorating.” Rex said, but his ears perked up. A faint holler. “Do you hear that?” The two other felines, Celia and Petra, eyed the Rottweiler. Celia, with her hazel eyes, showed curiosity, while Petra’s showed she was amused.
“Hear what?” Petra asked.
The wind soon picked up, the snowfall accumulating fast, obscuring our vision. Just what we needed. All of us falling victim to giant ice being dandruff flakes. Not to mention the cold. “Come on, we have to get back to safety.” Tanya said. The six of us, counting Tom, braved the snow. As long as we think about warmth, we should not be made into self-made popsicles in this storm. Boy are my paws starting to freeze, and as I tried looking at Rex and the three felines, I can expect them to feel the same. I hear the faint screams of a familiar voice. I think about Thomas, and his condition. Would snow and the cold make it worse. “Hear that voice. It has to be Shade.” I said to Petra. What could be made to be blinking Christmas lights were strewn all over the metallic lights. As well as every other car and nook and crannies at the junkyard. The entire junkyard decorated for Christmas, a huge tree made from scrap placed right there in the middle, decorated in color and hope, and I hope the snow doesn’t destroy Shade’s creation. How long were we gone, and how fast Shade worked on this? What I could decipher is weeks of hard work done in a few short minutes. There must be one explanation. Christmas magic. An angel must be on our midst. Rex eyed towards Shade, and the snow seemed to play tricks on his eyes. He claimed he saw what appeared to be angel wings upon Shade’s back.
Shade smirked to the group, eyes narrowed, trying to see his friends. “See? I have my ways!”
“Woah, Shade!” Tanya exclaimed. “Maybe we should hire you full time to be our holiday decorator, or something like that.”
“I say. . . I’ve to think about that.” Shade replied. “But I like doing this for free, so I can look at the people’s faces when they say see hard I worked, making sure I did everything right.” The snow and cold ravaged through, but as long as we stick together, we’ll keep each other warm. Nobody’s about to die here. Not on Christmas Eve. “If I had to charge fellas, I would say. . . one bag of kibble?”
I agree with Shade wholeheartedly. “Come on, guys! We are filled with holiday spirit! Now’s this junkyard is so well decorated, people will become jealous!” Tom whacked at the snow, angry at how it decided to be a dummy, but snow on Christmas is both a blessing and a curse. Furthermore, something in me made me feel giddy.
“This here will be the one of the greatest Christmases we ever had,” Thomas said, walking up to us, his problem under control (for now.) He now has the opportunity to sing and have fun with his friends, and that is exactly what Christmas is supposed to be about here. His problem is permanent, but with friends by his side, they can help him get through it.
Hours pass, and the snow is starting to settle; everything didn’t rust, which is grand. We dusted off the car hoods, trying our best not to get cut with the metal; we took our time. By the time we were done, the three felines kept close together, enjoying the warmth that Celia and Petra gave; Rex and Thomas snuggled each other, the Retriever sighing lovingly, laying against the Rottweiler’s chest, his tail thumping against the snowy ground. As for me, I eye to the sky, wondering if we did enough. The junkyard doesn’t look barren, so why do I feel like I’ve didn’t do enough? Well, I helped with the torch; I scolded Thomas when he almost welded his privates; so if it wasn’t for me, Thomas would’ve had a one-way trip to the vet, along with a story for the ages. One that he’ll tell until the day he dies.
Of course, Christmas magic is unexplained. Do angels exist? Maybe. I hear the creaking sound of the door to the main office opening and three sets of humans walked out and stared wide eyed at who could have decorated the place. They looked at us, and they won’t give us credit. They believed that dogs were created only to serve their masters. Surely, they don’t understand the pinnacle of Canineism. One of which is to please their elders. But that’s differentiates us from humans. We see the world through different eyes. Different colors.
“Could this be the work of a Christmas angel?” A lady dressed up in a heavy coat, mittens, and snowboots and beanie hat, looking at the all the decorations, astonished from the apparent work of a Christmas angel. “We’ve truly have been blessed. We have be cooped up with so much work, I was afraid we wouldn’t have the time to decorate.”
The other humans nodded their heads saying, “Angels are watching over us, because this is the day a King was born!”
I smile. “Maybe the prospect of a Christmas angel doesn’t sound so bad. What do you think Shade?” I turn to face Shade, but he isn’t next to me, or Rex, or Thomas, or three felines. I suspect he’s by himself. Which is understandable. During the holidays, we are deserving of time by ourselves.
Shade was never found. Maybe there’s something magical about him. Wherever he is, he may be giving a wonderful Christmas to a needy family.
I hope he comes back.
When I write, I want to show potential. I don't have time for rudeness. And I apologize if my stories are a bit too long. And this is the first story I posted. I'm also working on one for Mizan, and maybe I could practice I could become published.
Merry Christmas.
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