You may recall from previous proofs that I am in possession of a light-up, moving reindeer, the type that the people across the street from you put on their lawn at Christmastime and leave on all night, heedless of both the way it shines in your window and the waste of electricity. I have Grand Plans for it, beginning with removing the horribly gross plastic that covers most of it, but so far I have only denuded the head. The reindeer has been living in the spare room in the meantime.

Upon one fine day of late, I came home to discover that my roommate,



who had for some time been threatening to clean our the spare room, had not only done so, but had left my reindeer, detached head and all, in a heap outside the front door. "Aha," says I, "that is certainly a message. I shall reply in kind." (Honestly, I'd been meaning to leave the head in her bed for some time. This was simply opportune.)

So I removed the bulk, the carcass, the headless mass of the reindeer to the garage (not pictured) for safekeeping. The head however. Oh the head.



I sneakily snuck into her her room, and placed the wireframe reindeer head on her pillow, Godfather-style. I even tucked it in.



She habitually retires very late, so I pushed myself to wait up until she did, hoping for a loud reaction. Tragically, there was none of the screaming or profanity that I had hoped for, but she did come storming out of her room, head in hand, asking "Why?" in a delightfully pained tone of voice. When I asked if she believed a message had been sent, she told me that indeed one had, but it might have been that I would kill her someday. I found this acceptable.

My next plan for her is "Cress". Shhhh.