penthius

It's just not as melodramatic when your savior is hatched. Oh, I did the best with ti that I could, but really? Hatched? That doesn't even scan with anything. Making the Christmas hymns was going to be a bear. Ha! A bear. I joke. There were no bears on the world. Once there had been something like a fox, but the Clucks had waged war until all the foxes were dead. A genocide, we would have called it, but it happened before they were even really conscious. Cavemen--well, cavechicken. As soon as they figured out slingshots it was over, though rumors persist that a few survived to the present day.

Inspiration: Some Christmas song.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is funny and weird, but-nah.