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"There ya go, Red," Harley beamed, whirling about her axe that she'd been swinging, hacking and chopping with for the past half hour or so amid jingles from nearby stores and screams of terrified Christmas shoppers.
She was breathing hard, puffy white clouds popping like bubbles from her mouth, and the sweat she'd worked up a was probably ruining her makeup. Hair was sticking out of her cap and some pine needles must have made it inside her costume, because they were pricking something fierce. None of that detracted from her good cheer. "Now this little darling is no longer a sign of oppression."
"What have you done?" Ivy would have screeched had her voice not fled like a ghost in the morning. She was overcome with joy, surely.
Broken baubles, tufts of tinsel, and severed limbs littered the deserted town square. There was sap everywhere, even on her gloves and hair. But Harley was rather proud of her handiwork. The colossus had fallen.
"You killed it," Ivy said faintly and sank to her knees, gathering nearby branches and clutching them to her breast.
"Ya don't have to thank me," she said benevolently. "Anything to make ya happy, Red."
"HARLEEEEY!"