coyote
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It was Christmas morning. Little Davey had been waiting for this day for what seemed like an eternity. He knew exactly what he was going to find under the tree, because he had asked Santa himself for it, at the mall: the coveted, electric metallic blue X500 Speedster!
Davey had spent the last 3 months in anticipation, dreaming of all the fun he would have with his new X500. Now that the awaited day was here, he could hardly contain himself. He ran through the house, waking the entire family. "Get up, get up!" he cried, "Get out of bed and open presents!"
As the rest of the family stumbled groggily toward the tree, Davey was already under it, digging for any parcel that had his name on it. There was a flurry of paper and ribbon and tinsel flying all around the living room, as Davey tore into one present after another, searching for the X500.
There were other toys, the BB gun he'd been asking for for years, books, games, stuffed animals, clothes, and even other race cars - red ones, green ones, orange ones - and the track to race them on.... But no electric metallic blue X500 Speedster!
Davey started to cry.
"What's wrong?" his father asked, "Didn't Santa bring you alot of really great stuff?"
"NOOO!!" shouted Davey, "He was SUPPOSED to bring me an electric metallic blue X500 Speedster. But he didn't!"
Davey's father was perplexed. "Well, maybe they ran out of the X500 at the store, er, I mean, at Santa's workshop. I hear a lot of other little boys wanted one, too."
"Yeah, but... That's what I wanted," sobbed Davey.
"I'm sorry, son," said his father trying to console him, "but at least Santa brought you all these other race cars, and track, and games, and other toys, and even that BB gun you didn't get last year! Isn't that awesome?"
"NOO!" shouted Davey, "it's NOT FAIR!!!! Everyone else got what they wanted. I NEVER get ANYTHING I want. This is the worst day of my life. I HATE Christmas! I hate Santa! I hate everyone and everything!"
And with that, Davey folded his arms crossly, stomped off to his room, and flung himself onto his bed. "Nobody cares how I feel," he pouted.
All the presents that Davey's parents had spent so much time and money to get for him were left ignored on the floor amongst the empty boxes, ripped paper, and torn ribbons.
Davey had spent the last 3 months in anticipation, dreaming of all the fun he would have with his new X500. Now that the awaited day was here, he could hardly contain himself. He ran through the house, waking the entire family. "Get up, get up!" he cried, "Get out of bed and open presents!"
As the rest of the family stumbled groggily toward the tree, Davey was already under it, digging for any parcel that had his name on it. There was a flurry of paper and ribbon and tinsel flying all around the living room, as Davey tore into one present after another, searching for the X500.
There were other toys, the BB gun he'd been asking for for years, books, games, stuffed animals, clothes, and even other race cars - red ones, green ones, orange ones - and the track to race them on.... But no electric metallic blue X500 Speedster!
Davey started to cry.
"What's wrong?" his father asked, "Didn't Santa bring you alot of really great stuff?"
"NOOO!!" shouted Davey, "He was SUPPOSED to bring me an electric metallic blue X500 Speedster. But he didn't!"
Davey's father was perplexed. "Well, maybe they ran out of the X500 at the store, er, I mean, at Santa's workshop. I hear a lot of other little boys wanted one, too."
"Yeah, but... That's what I wanted," sobbed Davey.
"I'm sorry, son," said his father trying to console him, "but at least Santa brought you all these other race cars, and track, and games, and other toys, and even that BB gun you didn't get last year! Isn't that awesome?"
"NOO!" shouted Davey, "it's NOT FAIR!!!! Everyone else got what they wanted. I NEVER get ANYTHING I want. This is the worst day of my life. I HATE Christmas! I hate Santa! I hate everyone and everything!"
And with that, Davey folded his arms crossly, stomped off to his room, and flung himself onto his bed. "Nobody cares how I feel," he pouted.
All the presents that Davey's parents had spent so much time and money to get for him were left ignored on the floor amongst the empty boxes, ripped paper, and torn ribbons.
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