Sophia and Mason collected the household pets together in the living room. Grandpa had assured them that at midnight on Christmas Eve, the animals would speak to them. They sat in the glow of Christmas tree lights, waiting for the appointed hour.
Finally, the mantel clock chimed. The kids looked breathlessly at their pets.
The parakeet was first. “Mmmmelon!”
“Sausage!” insisted the dog. “Sausages, please!”
“Tuna for me,” the cat said, between licks of her paw.
Sophia frowned at Mason, then got up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder Grandpa hadn’t wanted to stay up for this.
Author’s Note: I still try to get my dogs to talk to me every Christmas Eve, even though I’m pretty sure that conversation would probably be about food and how I should get some for them.