WHOOSH?

What was all that about, then?
As soon as it seemed safe to move, GtD sidled towards a gap in the bar. He knew when to get out of the line of fire (And when the fire is hot and directional - getting out of it takes on greater meaning...).
He slipped behind the bar and found a half full barrel of porter which appeared to be unattended and in need of company. After sampling it, in the nature of being a good deed on behalf of later visitors, GtD peeked over the counter (oh yes - a peeking duck) to see a squirrel, with the charred remains of a bushy tail, staring wide eyed at the soggy Santa.