Grilled

On a snowy evening of Christmas Eve, Mr. Fritz was chatting with Mr. Barck in the front yard. “The smartphone development department of Purejonc dined and dashed, so I have to get rid of ten frozen turkeys after the holiday.” He snorted as the last shipment of cherry wood was carried into the stockroom.

Mr. Barck didn’t answer, pacing back the counter of his Pet Hotel.

He made a phone call.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

“Same to you.”

This was the password between Mr. Barck and his girlfriend.

After leaving his Purejonc Smartphone on the table, he drove to the meeting place to elope with her.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Parrot Chirpy let out of his friend as he sang. Now they are the only two creatures in this hotel. “The snow is heavy.” Dog President glanced the landscape outside. But all of a sudden, the electricity failed. President was cautious, so he immediately examined the electricity generator. “Anything wrong?” Chirpy tidied his feathers carelessly. “Oil will be run out in an hour. We’ll freeze to dead.”

Is this working? Chirpy and President poured some beef oil and arranged the batteries of the generator to form a big circle, including the smartphone on the counter. “Stay away!” President panted and pushed the device beneath the wall. They were fleeing and praying at the same time.

“Boom!”

The siren started.

The firefighters broke in after thirty minutes. There was smoke everywhere. Something is definitely grilled. Finally, one of them witnessed an unbelievable scene. “Right over there!” he shouted.

Only three piles of cherry wood were burning, above them are three turkeys. A bucket of beef oil was opened. A parrot and a dog were getting warm by the fire—also stuffed.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” The parrot sang.