These people are strange. They've moved all the living room furniture around to make room for a dead tree they cut down. They've decorated the tree with lights and shiny pieces, presumably to ensure its happiness in the next life. I've noticed brightly colored packages starting to collect under the tree, too. Each day, it seems, there are more of them, all different shapes and sizes. It must be some sort of a game they're playing with me to see if I can figure out what's in them.
The thin paper they used to conceal the package contents was no match for my sharp teeth and powerful jaws. I opened several of them until I found my reward, a 2-pound bag of individually wrapped chocolate bars. Yum!
The people in the family, however, didn't share my enthusiasm for package unwrapping and put up a gate to confine me to the family room when they're not home from now on.
