Being Helpful

Santa left one of his reindeer on my roof. I had to coax it down with a bowl of oatmeal.

I called the police. They said Santa doesn’t exist so they couldn’t help me.

I invited the reindeer in. It chewed up my couch and pooped on the floor. My dog Rexy said the reindeer had no manners.

I reminded Rexy of the day I brought her home from the pound and she ate my lucky panama hat.

Rexy invited the reindeer to rest on her doggie bed. The reindeer laid down and sprawled past the bed’s tiny boarders with its gangly legs. The reindeer was asleep and snoring in seconds.