American Chimpanzee

Bob Cratchit got up from his desk as Ebenezer Scrooge hunched over his account books.      "Sir?" he said, tapping on the old man's door. "I've copied all the letters and filed the paperwork. I also brought in more firewood and swept out the ashes."      Here, Bob Cratchit paused, and then began again.      "And, well, it's closing time, Mr. Scrooge."      "Fine," Scrooge replied. "If your work is finished, you may leave."      "Mr. Scrooge?" Cratchit proceeded cautiously. "Tomorrow is Christmas, a day to spend with family."      "Christmas? Bah!" Scrooge all but spat. "Fine. Take tomorrow off, but be here early the next day."      "Yes, sir," Cratchit acquiesced. "You can count on it, sir."      Cratchit pulled his coat snug around him.      "Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge," he said, and then stood the...

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