Since the steed had dots all over it, we figured it could dance. "Up yours with a red hot polka!", it whinnies, but is pooh-poohed by those who want to keep McCurdy on the box.

Severn ambles slowly to the bar and orders a Hanson's Diet Pomegranate Soda. His left arm can now raise to about 70%. He's been walking and excercising in swimming pools for therapy these days, but walking through cranberry Jell-o is not his thing. It's not diet, for one thing, even though the excercise would be low resistance. His old friend the Squid extends a tentacle and says to come join him, but he's not about to fall for that trick and get pulled in.

"Hmmmmm....", he thinks, "In past years, we had those Yule Gibbons, The Hairy Simian Chorale, and the Mhari Khrishmas from India in the
year we left everything to chants, and the Season's Cretans from Greece singing 'Santacles Is Coming To Town'. I wonder who the scheduled entertainment is this year? Australians, maybe?"