Wolf walked out of the kitchen, grumbling. "That breakfast was too small, I'm still hungry."
"That's the point," Pyro smirked at him, "It's so you can eat later."
"I can always eat later," Wolf glanced at him. "I still want more food."
"Wolf, do you know what today is?"
"Um," Wolf thought hard for a moment. "…Friday?"
Pyro stared at him, then shook his head. "It's Thursday, Wolf, but that's not what I meant. It's Thanksgiving today."
"So I have to say thanks to everyone?" Wolf frowned, "Why?"
"I… I don't really know, it's an American thing," Pyro shrugged, "I don't think you have to say thanks though. But I do know that you get to eat a whole lot of food. You get ham, turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy…" He had to laugh when he saw his friend drooling. "You've never celebrated it before?"
"No!" Wolf whined, "When does it happen? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Wolf, it happens every year," Pyro hid a smile.
"What?" In seconds Wolf was gone, running to find Logan and make sure Pyro wasn't lying. It was too good to be true.
Logan was in the middle of class when he got tackled.
"Logan!" Wolf looked at him wide-eyed, their noses practically touching. "Is it true? Are we gonna have turkey and food and I get to eat a lot for thanksday?"
"It's Thanksgiving, Wolf," Logan tried to extract himself from the pup, "And yes, it's true, but you need to calm down. We'll talk after I'm done my class, ok?"
"But…" Wolf tried to climb back up in his arms, "When do I get to eat? I'm hungry! And I want food!"
"When it's dinner time and we all sit at the table," Logan gave him a swat towards the door, "I said I'll tell you about it after class, you can wait."
Wolf whined and sat down at his feet, looking up at him.
Logan glared at a few snickers he heard from the class, then pulled Wolf to his feet. "If you have to wait for me, wait in my office, but if you're going to whine and chew my chair up then you should find Pyro and I'll find you later, ok?"
Wolf sighed and rubbed against Logan, then left the room to find his friend again.
On his way, Wolf was halted by a mouth-watering scent. He backtracked and looked into the kitchen, where four or five giant turkeys were being prepared.
Wolf gasped and crouched down, staring at the food hungrily. He didn't know what to do at first. Then his stomach growled and his predator instinct took over.
Wolf changed form and crept up on the nearest turkey, his belly low to the floor. Then he pounced.
The pan that the turkey was sitting in skidded across the counter and sent Wolf and the turkey crashing to the floor. Wolf blinked and shook some of the grease out of his eyes.
"Wolf!" Storm gasped when she saw what happened. She had been one of the ones working on the food.
Wolf looked at her wide-eyed, then sunk his teeth in the turkey and took off, slipping on the grease that covered his fur and the floor. He managed to shoot out of the kitchen before someone could grab him and ran down the hallway to find a place to hide and eat his catch.
"Someone grab him!" he heard Storm call, but with the turkey filling his nose and mouth with it's scent and with grease in his face, it was hard to tell if he was coming close to anyone.
"And where do you think you're going off to?" he heard Hank chuckle as he was scooped up.
Wolf huffed in protest and twisted, locking his hold on the turkey. Fortunately, he was too slippery for Hank to hold, and he was soon back on the floor and running in victory.
"Wolf, freeze!"
Wolf cringed and tried to skid to a halt, but couldn't stop and thumped into the wall.
Logan sighed and looked over his shoulder back into the classroom. "Class is over for today," he said before walking over to make sure Wolf was ok.
Wolf shook his head and got back to his feet, then tucked his tail between his legs when he saw Logan.
Logan crouched down. "What did you do, Pup?" he sighed when he saw the mess, "You're going to need a bath."
Wolf sulked and crouched down at the news, he hated baths.
"Come on," Logan lifted the turkey to take back to the kitchen, Wolf following behind him. "Don't worry about this, I'll clean it and cook-" he began to tell Storm, then saw the grease covering the floor. "I'll take care of that too," he sighed as he set the turkey back in the pan.
Logan grabbed a bottle of dish detergent, then lifted Wolf by his scruff and carried him to the bathroom.
"Now stay," he warned as he set Wolf in the tub and began to fill it with warm water.
Wolf scowled at Logan and stayed out of the water for as long as he could, stretching his legs to keep his belly from getting wet.
"You're getting a bath, Wolf, don't try to avoid it," Logan pushed him in the water.
Wolf huffed and blew bubbles at him.
"That's enough of that," Logan grabbed his muzzle and squirted the dish soap into his fur, then began to scrub it in.
After much protests, wrestling, splashing, and other antics, they were both soaking wet but Wolf was clean.
"Alright," Logan pulled the plug and wrapped Wolf in a towel to dry him off, "We're done, you can stop glaring at me."
Wolf snorted and tried to shake off before he was smothered by the towel and his fur was rubbed dry. Logan carried Wolf out to his bedroom and set him down. "Change form and put these on," he tossed a pair of underwear at him, "I'll be right back."
Wolf changed form and pulled the underwear on, wondering where Logan was going and hoping it wasn't to get the paddle.
Logan was back a few minutes later carrying a bag, which he set on the floor. "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" Wolf eyed the bag nervously.
"You know what," Logan sat on the bed and patted his lap.
Wolf whimpered and walked over, then laid across it.
"Good boy," Logan put a hand on his back and smacked his bottom hard.
"Ow!" Wolf kicked on reflex, "But I couldn't help myself!"
"Yes you could," Logan continued, "I told you to find Pyro or stay in my office, I didn't say anything about going to the kitchen."
Wolf began to squirm. "But it smelled so good!"
"I don't care, you know better," Logan held him firmly and spanked him until his bottom was bright red and he was crying apologies. He sighed and rubbed his back. "I forgive you, pup, but you made quite a mess." He sat him up and hugged him close until Wolf calmed down a little, then wiped his eyes. "Now, for Thanksgiving we're all supposed to dress up a little," he reached for the bag that he had brought with him, "Jean picked something up for you."
Wolf sniffed and peered into the bag. "What is it?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it yet," Logan looked in, then rolled his eyes. "I think she got carried away." He took out a dress shirt. "Put this on first."
Wolf frowned at it and tried to pull it over his head.
"No, Wolf, not like that," Logan quickly unbuttoned it for him, then re-buttoned it when it was on. "I know you know how to put these on at least," he gave him the pants next. "Now, what were your questions about Thanksgiving?"
"What is it?" Wolf grunted as he pulled the pants up, wincing as they brushed his bottom.
"It's just a day to celebrate all you have and be thankful for it," Logan answered as he took a tie out of the bag.
"Well why didn't Pyro know that?"
"Because they don't celebrate it in Australia, pup. They celebrate it in America. And Canada, too, but we do it on a different day."
Wolf looked at him skeptically. "Australia doesn't exist."
"Yes it does," Logan rolled his eyes, "How many times have I told you that? Now tuck in your shirt."
"Tuck?" Wolf looked down at his shirt.
"Like this," Logan tucked in his shirt to demonstrate.
"Oh," Wolf began to tuck it as Logan put the tie around his neck and knotted it.
"Now, until dinner I want you to sit in my office and do homework," Logan told him, "If you don't have homework then I'll find something else for you to do. Arms up." He pulled a green sweater vest over Wolf's head and fixed his collar. "There, you're good," he nodded.
Wolf scowled at the clothing. "I don't like it, there's too much."
"Well you can deal with it," Logan smirked. "Now go on and get your things, then get to my office."
Wolf sulked and grabbed a few books and notebooks, then began walking.
"If you need me, I'll be cleaning your mess," Logan sighed and went to get started.
After what seemed like an eternity, Logan opened the door to his office and looked in. "The food's ready."
"Finally!" Wolf jumped out of his chair and ran for the door.
"Calm down," Logan smiled and caught him, "The food's not going to run away. You can walk there."
Wolf frowned, but obeyed and walked to the dining hall at a slower pace. He nearly fainted when he saw all the food.
"Wolf, over here," Pyro called and pointed to the seat next to him.
Wolf walked over and plopped down in his seat, then winced and squirmed. He had forgotten about that.
"Look at you, all dressed up," Pyro smirked. He was only wearing a dress shirt and tie.
"I know, I hate it," Wolf scowled at the vest, "Do you think I can take it off?"
"Sure, if you want an even harder time sitting," Pyro snickered, "Don't worry, the food will distract you."
"If it doesn't choke him first," Logan grunted as he set a turkey down in front of Wolf, who squealed in excitement and jumped in his seat, then winced again.
"Yeah, this is your turkey, since no one else will want it now," Logan smirked, "But before you go crazy, I'm only giving you a little turkey to start, with some veggies, and you can have more when you finish the plate, understand?"
"But…!" Wolf looked at the turkey, drooling.
"It's that or I throw the turkey away and you get none," Logan looked at him, "So which is it?"
Wolf sighed and slouched in his chair. "Fine, I'll eat the veggies."
"Good choice," Logan fixed him a plate. "Now don't eat so much until you get sick, you can always have more tomorrow," he warned.
"I won't," Wolf promised, covering all of his veggies in gravy.
"Happy first Thanksgiving, pup," Logan smiled and ruffled his hair.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers, Happy Belated Thanksgiving to my Canadians, and to everyone else, just enjoy your normal day :)