“Where are they all?”
“Who?”
“Blitzen, Comet, all the rest of them. Have they gone missing, too?”
“Oh, no. They pretty much roam around in the day – playing reindeer games, if you will.”
Bernie laughed. That meant something about reindeer playing games was funny. What kind of games? Fetch? Crazy running back and forth until your tongue hangs out? Digging deep holes for no reason? Those are games, my friends, and I was having a hard time picturing Prancer playing any of them.

(From Up On The Woof Top, narration by Chet – a narrating dog but not a talking one. I’ll probably mention that at Yellow Umbrella Books in Chatham Mass. sometime today between 1 and 3 PM.)