No Refunds
by The Hag
(older lads drabble)
"Advent calendars for cats? Bloody hell, Ray!"
"All the rage," Doyle assured him cheerfully. "Just a quid down the market."
"Not to mention that Advent's well past." Bodie prised open the first little door. "It's all dried up." He offered the wizened treat to Castor, who sniffed and backed away.
"Try the 24th," Doyle suggested.
Pollux tasted and retched.
"And your eagle eye never noticed it's three years old. Demand your money back!"
"Want to try for a bit of advent tonight?"
"Eh?"
"Derived from 'adventus', means 'coming'."
"Show-off! All right, you're on. Which door do you want opened first?"