Soft warm hands wrapped around Carson and lifted him from the scraps of food and paper.
"Santa's already been here. Santa's already been here"! Diana shouted. "He brought the hamster I asked for!"
Hamster! Carson hadn't been so insulted since... well, since his brother had given him the nickname Shortail. He was ready to bite the fingers of the little girl who was holding him. That is, until he saw Bonkers staring up from the floor.
If I bite Diana's hand she'll either drop me or throw me out the door. Either way I'd be done for. Carson knew he would never survive being dropped at Bonkers' feet. As for outdoors... Carson shivered at the thought of all the cold open space that waited out there.
"Oh you poor thing," Diana said when she felt Carson shiver. "You're cold." She slipped Carson into the pocket of her robe and hurried into the living room to show her parents what Santa had brought for her.
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