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“Dashing through the snow! In a one-dog open sleigh! O’er the fields we go! Laughing all the way!”
“Shut up, Ty! I’m running!”
Mile five on their wicked snow ride had left the perpetually grumpy Hund acting more like a Grinch. While most would enjoy some warm cookies this Christmas night, Hund was chasing one down on a string.
“Come on, Hund! I know you hate cardio but focus on the cookie!” the blue-haired elf known as Tanu encouraged. Hund simply huffed and puffed as he dragged his trio of friends to the holiday parade.
“The cookie doesn’t weigh a ton,” Hund said, now getting out of breath. Meanwhile, in the back of the sleigh, a Santa impersonating golden retriever was looking more green than gold. “Hund, I think you should stop running for a second; Ty isn’t looking the jolliest.”
Hund paused in his tracks, breathing out thick puffs of steam with every breath he took. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Ty could barely speak; all he could do was let out sickly whines. Meanwhile, his stomach was filling the silence as well as it was filling the sled. An audible groan or burble caused Pan and Tanu to grow nervous every few seconds.
“You sure you want to continue doing this? We can just go back to the cabin if you want?” Pan asked reassuringly.
“Pan, don’t go filling Ty with more crap.” Tanu blurted. “We are going to make it. We just have to wait for Hund to catch his breath.”
Hund still stood, tongue lulled out as he tried to regain his energy. “It’d be easier if Ty didn’t weigh as much as a truckload of coal. But whatever.”
Tanu rolled her eyes as she watched the time on her phone. “Let’s treat this as a workout then. Use some old gold fashion….”
“Workout snacks?” Hund blurted. Tanu didn’t respond.
“Mind over matter. Let’s imagine this cookie is a devil trying to get you to stop running.” Tanu said, now dangling a gingerbread man over Hund’s face. Immediately Hund snatched the cookie with his hands and gobbled it down.
BONK!
Hund rubbed his head and swatted the stars from his view as he felt the stick the cookie was attached to knock him in the head. The annoyed Tanu grabbed another cookie from the bag next to her and tied it up for Hund. “Now imagine this gingerbread man is NOT edible and is trying to get you to stop running.”
“I already am not running,” Hund replied matter of factly.
“Tanu, I think Hund may be too dense for this,” Pan said between his reassuring rubs against Ty’s tum.
“What did you do to get this cookie to talk?” Hund said. Tanu looked back at Pan, silently vocalizing, “are you serious?”. Perhaps that head bonk was harder than Tanu thought. Regardless, she kept up the act to get Hund running again. “Yeah, the cookie has more to say to you.”
Pan looked at Tanu, wondering what she was talking about, and the raccoon mouthed two words: “insult him.”
“Oh… well… I think you are insulting and don’t appreciate me enough.” Pan said.
“I eat you, isn’t that appreciation?” Hund blurted.
“Not everyone wants to get eaten, Hund!” Pan yelled.
“Well, what do you want, cookie?” Hund said.
“Well, ugh, I want you to say sorry to your friend, the red panda, for being such a good friend to you for all this time with the snacks and care he gives you no matter what he does.” Pan began. “He works days and nights to make all these delicious pastries and desserts for people, yet you come in and gobble everything up without paying. I think without Tanu, I’d never get anything back, but at least she helps me- I mean him.”
Hund didn’t answer for a while. “Pan, you are supposed to get Hund running, not spill your guts against Hund,” Tanu whispered.
“Sorry, I just thought honesty was the best insult.” Pan shyly replied
“I don’t hate him. He just reminds me of me when I was smaller. Super scared of people, weak,” Hund began.
“Hey!” Pan wanted to yell, but Tanu covered his mouth.
“I just want him to be more assertive, he already can bake good, but he isn’t the best boss. So when I see him, maybe I should say sorry.”
At that moment, Pan had a single tear in his eye. “Oh, Hund, I’m sure Pan would really appreciate it if you told him that you big fat squeezable pudge ball.”
The tenderness of that moment soon went up in smoke as Pan, Tanu, and even Ty could sense the heaviness in Hund’s breathing.
“What did you call me a cookie?” Hund asked threateningly.
“Oh, well, I call you big and fat….”
“FAT?!” Hund yelled. “You want to know where this fat came from?”
Having spent the longest time with the now enranged husky, Tanu reflexively pulled the stick up, getting the gingerbread man out of Hund’s reach.
“Don’t fly away from me!” Hund shouted, now trying to leap towards the cookie. Tanu moved the cookie in front of Hund. “You’ll make some good fat, you crumbly wimp!” With adrenaline and cortisol pumping through his veins, Hund was now chasing his imaginary insulter with full force. Ty felt his back pressing into the chair and began making hurling noises.
“Hold on! This is going to get messy!” Tanu said as Hund bolted his way back through the path.
Part 2 of this messy night. Thanks again to
WhiteIronWolfBuck for continuing the story
“Shut up, Ty! I’m running!”
Mile five on their wicked snow ride had left the perpetually grumpy Hund acting more like a Grinch. While most would enjoy some warm cookies this Christmas night, Hund was chasing one down on a string.
“Come on, Hund! I know you hate cardio but focus on the cookie!” the blue-haired elf known as Tanu encouraged. Hund simply huffed and puffed as he dragged his trio of friends to the holiday parade.
“The cookie doesn’t weigh a ton,” Hund said, now getting out of breath. Meanwhile, in the back of the sleigh, a Santa impersonating golden retriever was looking more green than gold. “Hund, I think you should stop running for a second; Ty isn’t looking the jolliest.”
Hund paused in his tracks, breathing out thick puffs of steam with every breath he took. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Ty could barely speak; all he could do was let out sickly whines. Meanwhile, his stomach was filling the silence as well as it was filling the sled. An audible groan or burble caused Pan and Tanu to grow nervous every few seconds.
“You sure you want to continue doing this? We can just go back to the cabin if you want?” Pan asked reassuringly.
“Pan, don’t go filling Ty with more crap.” Tanu blurted. “We are going to make it. We just have to wait for Hund to catch his breath.”
Hund still stood, tongue lulled out as he tried to regain his energy. “It’d be easier if Ty didn’t weigh as much as a truckload of coal. But whatever.”
Tanu rolled her eyes as she watched the time on her phone. “Let’s treat this as a workout then. Use some old gold fashion….”
“Workout snacks?” Hund blurted. Tanu didn’t respond.
“Mind over matter. Let’s imagine this cookie is a devil trying to get you to stop running.” Tanu said, now dangling a gingerbread man over Hund’s face. Immediately Hund snatched the cookie with his hands and gobbled it down.
BONK!
Hund rubbed his head and swatted the stars from his view as he felt the stick the cookie was attached to knock him in the head. The annoyed Tanu grabbed another cookie from the bag next to her and tied it up for Hund. “Now imagine this gingerbread man is NOT edible and is trying to get you to stop running.”
“I already am not running,” Hund replied matter of factly.
“Tanu, I think Hund may be too dense for this,” Pan said between his reassuring rubs against Ty’s tum.
“What did you do to get this cookie to talk?” Hund said. Tanu looked back at Pan, silently vocalizing, “are you serious?”. Perhaps that head bonk was harder than Tanu thought. Regardless, she kept up the act to get Hund running again. “Yeah, the cookie has more to say to you.”
Pan looked at Tanu, wondering what she was talking about, and the raccoon mouthed two words: “insult him.”
“Oh… well… I think you are insulting and don’t appreciate me enough.” Pan said.
“I eat you, isn’t that appreciation?” Hund blurted.
“Not everyone wants to get eaten, Hund!” Pan yelled.
“Well, what do you want, cookie?” Hund said.
“Well, ugh, I want you to say sorry to your friend, the red panda, for being such a good friend to you for all this time with the snacks and care he gives you no matter what he does.” Pan began. “He works days and nights to make all these delicious pastries and desserts for people, yet you come in and gobble everything up without paying. I think without Tanu, I’d never get anything back, but at least she helps me- I mean him.”
Hund didn’t answer for a while. “Pan, you are supposed to get Hund running, not spill your guts against Hund,” Tanu whispered.
“Sorry, I just thought honesty was the best insult.” Pan shyly replied
“I don’t hate him. He just reminds me of me when I was smaller. Super scared of people, weak,” Hund began.
“Hey!” Pan wanted to yell, but Tanu covered his mouth.
“I just want him to be more assertive, he already can bake good, but he isn’t the best boss. So when I see him, maybe I should say sorry.”
At that moment, Pan had a single tear in his eye. “Oh, Hund, I’m sure Pan would really appreciate it if you told him that you big fat squeezable pudge ball.”
The tenderness of that moment soon went up in smoke as Pan, Tanu, and even Ty could sense the heaviness in Hund’s breathing.
“What did you call me a cookie?” Hund asked threateningly.
“Oh, well, I call you big and fat….”
“FAT?!” Hund yelled. “You want to know where this fat came from?”
Having spent the longest time with the now enranged husky, Tanu reflexively pulled the stick up, getting the gingerbread man out of Hund’s reach.
“Don’t fly away from me!” Hund shouted, now trying to leap towards the cookie. Tanu moved the cookie in front of Hund. “You’ll make some good fat, you crumbly wimp!” With adrenaline and cortisol pumping through his veins, Hund was now chasing his imaginary insulter with full force. Ty felt his back pressing into the chair and began making hurling noises.
“Hold on! This is going to get messy!” Tanu said as Hund bolted his way back through the path.
Part 2 of this messy night. Thanks again to
WhiteIronWolfBuck for continuing the story
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