Donner sighed as the Candy Striper polished his hooves. He was in the wild kingdom all right. A wet, medicinal smell jolted him from his daydream.
“Good! You’re awake. We have to talk.” The air around Donner turned blue as curse words flew like coursers.
“I’m sleeping here. Don’t you know I’m scheduled for surgery today? Blast that Bart and his team of terrorists. Does the CIA know about him? There I was getting my harness measured and…KAPOW! Bits of my ass everywhere.” He glared as Dasher refilled his water dish.
“You’ve been out of it for a few days and I wanted to get you up to speed.” Dasher settled into the rocker. “Vixen’s crushing after Santa, Prancer’s crushing after Cupid, Cupid’s in denial, Dancer’s pulling shifts at Skins, Comet’s got something cooking with Jack Frost, and you’re missing an antler.”
Donner perked up. The pain meds were kicking in. “This is some good shit you’re shoveling. As if. I shared a stall with Prancer for years and he never even so much as glanced in my general direction. Sure, we’ve rubbed antlers but what young buck…wait. Back the truck up.”
Dasher reached out and grasped Donner’s shoulder. “It was Bart. He and four Delta elves slipped in last night and changed the name on your chart. To Donor. By the time we got word, it was too late.”
“Just tell me that Bart’s going down.”
“Not down, Donner. Up.”
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