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Late last year our host celebrated the ritual known as
Christmas.
It seems to involve bringing a large pine tree into the den and then refusing to
tinkle on it.
Here we are in front of this thing. You can see the brightly-wrapped boxes under it too.
We wondered about those for a while, but a quick scan with our nose sensors soon located
several that smelled remarkably like
Beagle toys.
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Darwin
valiently attacked one of the more suspicious-sniffing packages. Hungry as ever, he did not
stop to think about what was inside or whether it was actually edible.
For all he knew, it could be a
horrible monster,
a toxic nightmare, a mad Beagle-eating alien.
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Once uncovered, the strange beast defied explanation. It seemed to
squeek
uncontrollably. It felt strange in the mouth, sort of soft and chewy, sort of
stringy and wiry.
The dazed Mr. Darwin didn't know what to make of it, but
shook it
several times, just to make sure it was dead.
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Quickly coming to Mr. Darwin's aid,
Guillaume investigates
the strange creature himself. As feared, it appeared to be some mutant, alien species, perhaps the
result of some genetic experiment gone horribly wrong. With the head of a rhinoceros and several
long tentacles, the weird
Rhino-squid
tried to attach itself to Guillaume's face!
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Other presents proved to be more manageable.
Wow, this is cool, a basketball! Anyone want to
shoot a few hoops?
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Hey anyone!
I don't suppose this big red package could be for us too?
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