What Christmas Means To Me

“What sssort of missssion?” hissed the snake as she coiled around the branch.

“I’m trying to find out what Christmas really means. I don’t suppose you could help me though.”

“Of courssse I can! To me, it isss important at Chrissstmasss to be accepting of everyone, no matter what they look like.”

Kenny stared down at the water underneath, feeling guilty about his first reactions to Stella.

“Itsss okay, I’m usssed to it. That’sss how I learnt to be ressspecting of other people and acknowledge that everyone isss dissstinct in their own ssspecial way! The world would be boring if everyone wasss the sssame, that’sss why it’sss important to be different”

“Thank you for your wisdom, Stella - and sorry for how I acted before. You’re wonderful, and you’ve helped me so much on the journey! Until we meet again.”

Kenny outstretched his paw and was met by Stella’s tail – which he found to be surprisingly soft! He bid her farewell and ascended back up to the floating house.

As he hauled himself back into the window, he found Parker in the corner, curled up in a blanket.

“Y-you took forever! A-are you okay?” he shivered and pulled the blanket over his head, with only his bill sticking out.

“I’m fine! She was wonderfully nice!” he gave Parker a pat on the back and skipped over to the collection of computer screens.

“Never judge on first impressions, Platty P., Never,” he said as he lifted the glass case that the button was sitting in.

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