Scene: The Christmas tree is up in the porch, with its delicate ornaments swinging gently and glinting all colours as the fairy lights go on and off. The living Christmas card is abruptly ruined as in a flurry and a jangling of protesting baubles Rusty launches himself at one of them, triumphantly bringing it down in pieces. Woman realises too late that she should have closed the porch door…
Translation: They’re so ungrateful. All I’m trying to do is save them from those shiny birds on the tree – they must have got in the house when I wasn’t looking. I’m an expert, I can deal with it. Close the door behind you please.
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