The Christmas Gift: Ch. 9The Christmas Gift: Ch. 9 by Scholar57
Fliers and Messages
Hamton woke early on Thursday morning with his head spinning. His usual peaceful sleep had been littered by a number of bizarre dreams that drifted between strange to outright banana-spewing crazy.
In the first dream, he was climbing a mountain-sized bottle of Du Coeur perfume and, just when he was about to reach the top of the perfume's cap, it came loose from the bottle. Screaming, still holding on to the cap, Hamton fell off the edge, but for some reason didn't die or even wake up.
In the second dream, he was walking the streets of Acme Acres and seeing multiple copies of himself doing everything imaginable — everything from fixing cars with his bare hands, to painting houses in the bitter cold, even making a snowman with nothing more than a pair of twee
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Jobs and Homework
Cartoon Logic was the first of the afternoon’s two classes that day. The students all had their textbooks and college ruled notebooks ready, and with a few minutes before class started, they spent their time chatting about this and that, a few even practicing Wild Takes for the amusement of their friends.
Hamton, meanwhile, was sitting quietly at his desk, staring down at a list of job ideas with no satisfaction whatsoever.
Job Ideas for Gift
-Part time jobs?
-Donate self to science
-Win the lottery
In the time he spent in the library, Hamton had only been able to add these last three ideas, and none of them (e
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Confiding and Concealing
The morning of December 3rd arrived with Hamton waking not sore as he had feared but fully rested. Smiling, he stretched out his arms and flexed his toes beneath his blankets. Everything, from his pig ears down to his short, squiggly tail felt renewed, ready for a new day. But this wonderful relief lasted for only a minute before Hamton discovered, by glancing to his alarm, that he was fifteen minutes behind schedule.
After hurriedly cleaning himself up and downing two bowls of cereal with toast, Hamton rushed out the front door, not forgetting to lock it. He then broke into a jog while zipping up his winter coat, taking a moment to glance at the clean, snow-free driveways he ha
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Snow and Sweat
Hamton wrote quickly and furiously, tongue stuck out and eyes fixed on his notebook. His pen flew across the page, going so fast it was a miracle the paper didn’t tear.
A few sentences later, Hamton dotted the last period and blazed through his essay entitled "Outwitting the Advanced Cartoon Dog" for Prof. Leghorn's Hound Teasing class.
. . .as the more advanced dogs aren't as predictable, it's crucial that you prepare ahead of time to deploy the proper techniques or risk something worse than mere disappointment — i.e. a leg in a cast or having all your feathers pounded off.
First, observe the dog in question. Study its be