Since it was my special day, I got first swing at it.
They cleared out some space in the break room to set everything up and soon the whole office was crowded round as Stevens tied a blindfold on me.
“Watch the mane,†I said. “I don’t need more tangles.â€
The wolf snorted and put the bat in my paws. “You’re cool,†he said, spinning me around several times. “Go for it, old man!â€
I heard the office girls cheering as I started swinging upwards. Whiffed it. Tried again, still no luck.
Stevens started making fun. I ignored him.
I swung again, and connected—but the piñata didn’t break. I swung again at the same spot, and nearly fell over as I missed altogether—darn thing must have still been swinging.
I waited a second and gave it another go, and this time broke it open with a good solid whack.
I was doused in a shower of… confetti?
I took off the blindfold. Definitely confetti.
Stevens scoffed. “No candy? What a gyp. I paid fifty bucks for that.â€
The crowd dispersed to get their sugar rush elsewhere—mostly flocking to the cake in the corner—and I tried to shake the stray bits of paper out of my fur.
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