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[inoneshot]

[There is a tree completely made of candy canes in the mythical off-center of camp, and there just happens to be two (2) young people with pointed ears hanging around it

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[micro_macro]

Gee, you think?

[inoneshot]

Hey, this isn't my fault.

[micro_macro]

I know that.

... Man, I had things to do today, too.

[inoneshot]

I didn't? We may have to make the best of this.

[immelmahhhnn]

[did I hear pointy ears? :D]

Haha! What happened to you two?

[inoneshot]

Well, I was minding my own business.

[immelmahhhnn]

You should mind it better! Otherwise things like this happen.

[inoneshot]

I'll remember that for next time.

[unlistednumber]

What did you do?

[inoneshot]

Nothing in particular.

[unlistednumber]

Is there any significance to this?

[inoneshot]

Just that we're unlucky, I think.

[ashadowofhope]

*looks up at the tree with a little bit of puzzlement and fascination*

What manner of tree is this?

[inoneshot]

It's a kind of sweet.

[ashadowofhope]

*picks one of the candy canes and looks down at it*

I've never heard of something like that. Is this its leaves or its fruit, I wonder?

[inoneshot]

It doesn't really matter. Try it, you'll see.

[galacticfairy]

Quite a role-reversal.

[inoneshot]

Merry Christmas, Sheryl.

[galacticfairy]

To you, too, Santa's helper.

[inoneshot]

Ho ho ho.