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100wordsTitle: 'A Small Fir'
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Panting, Micky staggered in from the beach. He made a beeline for the refrigerator, digging out a cold bottle of cola. He popped the top, taking a deep swig.
Then, he turned, his eyes going wide. Shaking his head a few times, he tried to process what he was seeing. It could only be a mirage.
"Pete, am I woozy from the heat, or is there a Christmas tree in the living room," he asked.
Peter smiled. "I drove into the hills and got a small fir," he explained. "I thought a bit of Christmas in July would be nice."
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Panting, Micky staggered in from the beach. He made a beeline for the refrigerator, digging out a cold bottle of cola. He popped the top, taking a deep swig.
Then, he turned, his eyes going wide. Shaking his head a few times, he tried to process what he was seeing. It could only be a mirage.
"Pete, am I woozy from the heat, or is there a Christmas tree in the living room," he asked.
Peter smiled. "I drove into the hills and got a small fir," he explained. "I thought a bit of Christmas in July would be nice."
