He rose to his feet and crossed over the fireplace, glancing at the stocking and peering inside. Feathers. A hell of a lot of feathers. He poked it experimentally, and then shrugged.
"As long as a parakeet or a hamster doesn't come flying out, I think I'm good."
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Date: 2009-12-28 03:45 am (UTC)"As long as a parakeet or a hamster doesn't come flying out, I think I'm good."