3Words: NAUGHTY, PANTOMIME, PINE
“No fair. That was my first ever-made butch. And you shouldn’t laugh on women’s attempt to try. That’s not gentleman-like.”
“Let’s think?” Jimy asked, when the door opened and Chestnut flew in a hurry. He bumped Jimy to the counter before he stopped.
“What’s wrong, boy? You look so pale. Same when you saw your supposedly dead grandmother in Santa’s sled four hundred Christmases ago.”
Chestnut reindeer pantomimed with snorts, beating his hooves on the ground in a fast dance.
“Naughty pine cones on fire!” Jeremy stroked the reindeer on the head, trying to calm his friend down. “Slow down, Chestnut. It’s even hard for me to understand.”