Ok, so... on Christmas, my little brother had a gift under the tree.
β¦er, well, adjacent to the tree.
As he began to unwrap itβ¦
β¦there were, one might say, a couple layers of wrapping.
A decent amount a layers.
Quite a number, in fact.
So many that, as unwrapping proceededβ¦
β¦he kinda got lost in it.
But at the very centerβ¦
β¦there was a tiny slip of paperβ¦β¦
β¦that made him fall into the pileβ¦
β¦βcause it just saidΒ βgooseβΒ as I got him Untitled Goose Game.
All in all, as we took it apartβ¦
β¦yeah, it got pretty crazy, donβt get me wrongβ¦
β¦but hey, the cats had the time of their lives.
Every gift is really two gifts: something for the recipient, and a place for a cat to be inconvenient by sitting on.