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The man who Shot Strawberry spent a fair amount of time preparing him for his friend, binding him, feeding him, keeping him clean, finally the night of the gift exchange he gave Strawberry a mild sedative to keep him calm during the Christmas party.

Strawberry silently prayed the whole time, for his brother, for Tempest, for anyone to save him from these nasty flesh bearing creatures. He would hiss or spit if his mouth weren’t propped open in such a shameful way, instead he panted and gulped back his saliva as he watched the humans clinking their glasses and laughing as they towered over him.

[i]‘Why gather…so many humans in one place…what are they doing?’[/i] he thought to himself maintaining his silence, instinctively making himself seem unintelligent as he observed in his mildly drugged state. As the party continued, Strawberry would catch himself drooling as the humans ate.

[i]‘Torture…this is torture…’[/i] Strawberry closed his eyes and bit down hard on the ball in his mouth as the smells assaulted him. “Gift Exchange!” He heard someone say and his eyes snapped wide open, Suddenly seeing people flooding towards him. He now understood the reason for the gathering, the colorful boxes, the ribbons and the dead tree decorated like a ceremonial symbol. [i]‘I’m at the center of a human ritual.’[/i] poor Strawberry began to internally panic his eyes widening in fear and desperation.