Novel & Cerita Reindeer Fart Shot Recipe

“The light’s red because it don’t have the same kinda glare as a regular white light.” “I see. May I?” she asked, gesturing to take it off of the wall. “Sure,” he said, helping her remove the contraption. It was a simple red light, though how it was powered she wasn’t sure--perhaps by that electricity thing Corey spoke of earlier--and it had two straps. Snowshoe showed her how it fit around the top of the baby reindeer’s head. He stood perfectly still as they put it on him. “Only problem is,” he began as the light slipped down off of the reindeer’s head and over his eyes, “we can’t figure out a way to get it to stay in place without it being too tight.”

My chest tightened—but in a good way, like everything was finally starting to make sense. “You two are the best things that ever happened to me,” I said, full of emotion. The little one let out a fart so loud he even startled himself for a second. He mumbled softly, his little face scrunching up, and the smell in the air quickly confirmed what I already suspected. Diaper full. I sighed, raising an eyebrow and gently shifting him to check his face, which was now relaxed and peaceful, as if nothing had happened. “That was a low blow, kid…” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. “How do you manage to produce something so foul just from drinking milk? What’s in that formula? Toxic gas?”

It aches like it got kicked by a mule. “Well, she soaked that pelt in tomato juice for days, scrubbed it with lemon rinds,” Mabli recalls. “She tried everything to get the stink out, and she never quite could, so in the end, she made a pair of slippers out of it. She said her feet were the furthest she could get that foul fur from her nose.” Everyone laughs, and again, it’s the warm, easy laughter of people who’ve heard the story a hundred times.

It’s an irritatingly calming sequence to watch a man perform, which is why I’m refusing to watch him. "How about reindeer?" he asks, without turning. "No." "Reindeer with juniper. There is a recipe in the drawer." "Why are there recipes in the drawer? Are they assuming everyone who stays here are too incompetent to know how to cook?" "Because Swedes are organized people." "I don’t want reindeer." "What do you want?" "Anything that’s not reindeer." "There is venison sausage." "That’s reindeer, Kir." "It is venison." "Reindeer is venison. Bambi was venison. It’s all venison until proven otherwise, ergo it’s all reindeer."