Claude's Christmas Adventure [antikvár]

JJL. CLAUDE The box on the table was filled with interesting smells. And, I guessed, interesting food that was causing the interesting smells. I snuffled around the base of the kitchen table, wiggling my rear against the tiled floor, my tiny tail moving with it. Magnificent though I am, in dog terms, I'm just not all that tall, and try as I might I couldn't even see the box from close up, let alone reach it. 1 eyed the kitchen chairs. A more energetic dog might attempt to jump up, I supposed, but my legs weren't long enough to make it, and I didn't fancy the indignity of falling flat on my snout on the kitchen floor if I tried. I did fancy the interesting smells, though. They smelt delicious. I'd just sat back on my haunches to consider my options, when a foot collided with my side. I scampered back with a whine. 'Oh!' Daisy, one of my people, cried out as she stumbled, dropping the stack of presents she was carrying so they scattered across the table. And the floor. And one of the chairs. There was red and gold shiny paper everywhere. Glitter rained down from above, sparkly and shiny (but not good to eat. I'd checked). 'Claude! What are you doing there? Honestly, how do you always seem to know exactly the wrong place to sit? Oliver!' Daisy sounded cross. Daisy didn't often sound cross, so I