The kitchen, similarly wet, reflecting the lights.
Dad, waddling in silence. He said he won't talk to me again. :(
They had to swipe the waters out by the front door.
Mom wasn't too happy cuz even Reindeer had to hide. His paws got wet but he looks fine. I think he can come out next X'mas, Mom. Hee?
Sheesh...am I in deep trouble? I think I better hide...
Urm...Urm...Urm....pls don't break my paws. And don't hoot my pwetty face.
I swear I won't touch that tap again.
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