Chapter five
Frosty arrived at the town hall and asked to see town attorney Dylan Cuevas. He was shown into the hearing room and told to wait until Mr. Cuevas returned from court. Frosty impatiently stood by the door dripping. Rags wondered how long Frosty would or could wait. " Maybe we should make an appointment so you don't melt. " Frosty vacillated and the puddle grew. Just as he was ready to go Dylan came in with the janitor. Frosty smiled at him and began to speak.
" Maybe I am expecting too much, it seems to me that leaving a person to melt is rude and boneheaded. Suppose I had witnessed a crime; melted snowmen can't give testimony. They can't identify perpetrators or clear the innocent. The point is. . . " With that Frosty's last piece of coal fell to the floor. Stopping his disintigration wasn't possible by that point.
Rags stared at puddle. He said goodbye to Dylan and slowly started home stopping along the way for jimmies and chocolate chocolate chip.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Chapter four
Rags tried all of Frosty's favorite places,the skating rink, the sherbert shop, and the shake shack. He found no clue so he retraced his steps to the jewelery shop where he saw Frosty harassing the owner. " The nugget belongs to me! It is rightfully mine! What have you done with my book? I insist you return it at once! "
Just as the jeweler moved toward the panic alarm Rags came in. Rags knew that the jeweler was someone who could be trusted; he had held his huge ruby for many years when Rags did'nt have a safe. " Frosty stop! Tyson wouldn't steal the nugget, but if you stop screaming he might help you. Tyson is a good man. "
" Who is this snowman? Is he responsible for the snow in front of my store? What is the nugget? Why would I have it? " Frosty realized Tyson was not the person he was looking for. " Do you make frilly scarf pins? " " No. " " Ok, my mistake. " Frosty blew out the door with Rags running to keep up.
Rags tried all of Frosty's favorite places,the skating rink, the sherbert shop, and the shake shack. He found no clue so he retraced his steps to the jewelery shop where he saw Frosty harassing the owner. " The nugget belongs to me! It is rightfully mine! What have you done with my book? I insist you return it at once! "
Just as the jeweler moved toward the panic alarm Rags came in. Rags knew that the jeweler was someone who could be trusted; he had held his huge ruby for many years when Rags did'nt have a safe. " Frosty stop! Tyson wouldn't steal the nugget, but if you stop screaming he might help you. Tyson is a good man. "
" Who is this snowman? Is he responsible for the snow in front of my store? What is the nugget? Why would I have it? " Frosty realized Tyson was not the person he was looking for. " Do you make frilly scarf pins? " " No. " " Ok, my mistake. " Frosty blew out the door with Rags running to keep up.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Chapter three
The frozen landscape sparkled in the sunlight. Rags wished he was ambling alongside Rusty instead of running behind while Frosty blew on ahead. They arrived in time to see the jeweler close for the night. The sign on the glass door said " Closed for yesterday" which Rags found odd and sent Frosty into a rage.
Frosty filled the evening air with screams of frustrastion. He had howling mostly catagorized by his anger and he was at blizzard level. Rags knew stopping him was impossible so he waited for the storm to subside. While he hid in the doorway, Rags thought of Rusty. Now they would be discussing their plans for the next day, eating their dinner and enjoying their peaceful home. Rusty was thinking how Rags would be reading aloud from the New York Times and making ice cream sundaes with jimmies. Snowmen have no sense of time, and Frosty did not need sleep so the storm went on till the sun rose.
The jeweler arrived to find his sidewalk had six feet of snow and an irate snowman. Rags was buried in the drift by the doorway. The jeweler wrote another note closed the shop till noon and called Drew his friend with a snowplow. Drew arrived an hour later angled the plow so that the storefront would not be damaged and soon the snow was gone revealing Rags. He was sleeping. Rags woke up to his nightmare; Frosty was missing.
The frozen landscape sparkled in the sunlight. Rags wished he was ambling alongside Rusty instead of running behind while Frosty blew on ahead. They arrived in time to see the jeweler close for the night. The sign on the glass door said " Closed for yesterday" which Rags found odd and sent Frosty into a rage.
Frosty filled the evening air with screams of frustrastion. He had howling mostly catagorized by his anger and he was at blizzard level. Rags knew stopping him was impossible so he waited for the storm to subside. While he hid in the doorway, Rags thought of Rusty. Now they would be discussing their plans for the next day, eating their dinner and enjoying their peaceful home. Rusty was thinking how Rags would be reading aloud from the New York Times and making ice cream sundaes with jimmies. Snowmen have no sense of time, and Frosty did not need sleep so the storm went on till the sun rose.
The jeweler arrived to find his sidewalk had six feet of snow and an irate snowman. Rags was buried in the drift by the doorway. The jeweler wrote another note closed the shop till noon and called Drew his friend with a snowplow. Drew arrived an hour later angled the plow so that the storefront would not be damaged and soon the snow was gone revealing Rags. He was sleeping. Rags woke up to his nightmare; Frosty was missing.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Chapter two
When Frosty arrived at the big top the ringmaster was reviewing the liontamer's act. The lions didn't stop Frosty. He blew into the ring with snow flying and screamed " What have you done with my newt? ! " " Your what? " " My newt, " repeated Frosty pointing at the ringmaster. " You have turned my newt into a lion. You see, the orange one. " The ringmaster asked security to escort Frosty from the tent. Rags offerred Frosty some tiramisu in an effort avoid a scene. Frosty couldn't resist. Rusty wished Rags would stop rescuing him, so their life could return to normal , a wish swimming with guilt.
Rags started designing a plan to convince Frosty that the lion was not a newt. Frosty was psychotic but he was logical. Rags first waited until Frosty had taken a few bites. He asked tentatively " How did you recognize Steve after all these years? " “Steve died four years ago,” Frosty replied suspiciously. Rags smiled. “I’m sorry, how could I have forgotten. It never occurred to me that you would replace Steve. Where did you find a newt in the snow?” Frosty often invented pets with quite complex origins. He kindled relationships with them but he couldn’t maintain a friendship, not even with someone imaginary who didn’t speak. Rags knew Frosty would never use the same story twice and dropped the subject.
Frosty got ready to resume his quest.
When Frosty arrived at the big top the ringmaster was reviewing the liontamer's act. The lions didn't stop Frosty. He blew into the ring with snow flying and screamed " What have you done with my newt? ! " " Your what? " " My newt, " repeated Frosty pointing at the ringmaster. " You have turned my newt into a lion. You see, the orange one. " The ringmaster asked security to escort Frosty from the tent. Rags offerred Frosty some tiramisu in an effort avoid a scene. Frosty couldn't resist. Rusty wished Rags would stop rescuing him, so their life could return to normal , a wish swimming with guilt.
Rags started designing a plan to convince Frosty that the lion was not a newt. Frosty was psychotic but he was logical. Rags first waited until Frosty had taken a few bites. He asked tentatively " How did you recognize Steve after all these years? " “Steve died four years ago,” Frosty replied suspiciously. Rags smiled. “I’m sorry, how could I have forgotten. It never occurred to me that you would replace Steve. Where did you find a newt in the snow?” Frosty often invented pets with quite complex origins. He kindled relationships with them but he couldn’t maintain a friendship, not even with someone imaginary who didn’t speak. Rags knew Frosty would never use the same story twice and dropped the subject.
Frosty got ready to resume his quest.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Chapter one
One night a top hat blew in the window. Rags realized too late that Frosty was back. It was too late to mute the television, lock the doors and windows, and pretend he wasn't home. Instead Rags opened the door and turned off the heat. Rusty turned on his heel and went out for the night. Frosty blew in with luggage and Rags knew trouble had come to stay.
Rags tried having Frosty be a the gnat he couldn't swat. It never worked. Frosty was more of the mosquito that bit him all night while he grasped the air and smacked himself. Rags hardly opened his mouth to say " Come in" when Frosty started his attack.
" Best train in North America if you like it cold like I do. I caught the train from Snowy, rode in the ice cream car. Trains trump all other forms of public transportation, which you wouldn't know since you never leave this one horse town. You really should get out more. " Rags thought of his life with Rusty and didn't bite.
Rags said, " What a surprise to see you Frosty. Do you plan to stay long? " Rags hoped Frosty would say no but he knew that wasn't likely. Frosty replied, "As long as it takes, " knowing he stayed well beyond his welcome. Rags fretted knowing he would be stuck with Rusty's absence and Frosty's rudeness until the spring or the nugget's discovery, whatever came first.
The nugget was a gold storybook that had the origins of the winter myths. Santa, Rudolf, and Frosty all sprang from its pages but only Frosty remained obsessed with posessing it. He traveled the continent from New years to St. Patrick's Day in search of his grail. Rags took him in every few years much to Rusty's dismay.
Frosty had received an email from an anonomous source twisting his lopsided view of the world into a trail to the nugget. He planned to follow the emailed instructions starting with the ringmaster, Rags' boss. Frosty left his ice cream wrappers on the floor and blew out the door. Rags followed him happy to have a chance to see Rusty.
One night a top hat blew in the window. Rags realized too late that Frosty was back. It was too late to mute the television, lock the doors and windows, and pretend he wasn't home. Instead Rags opened the door and turned off the heat. Rusty turned on his heel and went out for the night. Frosty blew in with luggage and Rags knew trouble had come to stay.
Rags tried having Frosty be a the gnat he couldn't swat. It never worked. Frosty was more of the mosquito that bit him all night while he grasped the air and smacked himself. Rags hardly opened his mouth to say " Come in" when Frosty started his attack.
" Best train in North America if you like it cold like I do. I caught the train from Snowy, rode in the ice cream car. Trains trump all other forms of public transportation, which you wouldn't know since you never leave this one horse town. You really should get out more. " Rags thought of his life with Rusty and didn't bite.
Rags said, " What a surprise to see you Frosty. Do you plan to stay long? " Rags hoped Frosty would say no but he knew that wasn't likely. Frosty replied, "As long as it takes, " knowing he stayed well beyond his welcome. Rags fretted knowing he would be stuck with Rusty's absence and Frosty's rudeness until the spring or the nugget's discovery, whatever came first.
The nugget was a gold storybook that had the origins of the winter myths. Santa, Rudolf, and Frosty all sprang from its pages but only Frosty remained obsessed with posessing it. He traveled the continent from New years to St. Patrick's Day in search of his grail. Rags took him in every few years much to Rusty's dismay.
Frosty had received an email from an anonomous source twisting his lopsided view of the world into a trail to the nugget. He planned to follow the emailed instructions starting with the ringmaster, Rags' boss. Frosty left his ice cream wrappers on the floor and blew out the door. Rags followed him happy to have a chance to see Rusty.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Rags suspected that Rusty was hiding something. The tight suit he wore revealed a revolver in his belt. Clowns rarely use weapons preferring laughter to violence so he called his friend who lived on Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes and Rags were childhood chums from kindergarten.
Holmes inquired as to Rusty's whereabouts in the evening. Rags said, "We spend our evenings together." "When does Rusty have time alone?" "Never. We do everything together, even pooping. The only time we are apart is showtime." Sherlock thought for a moment then asked Rags to provide a backstage pass. At six thirty the stagehands were doing their checkout and Sherlock Holmes was there to observe. Men in clown suits arrived with women in trapeze costumes and dogs in tutus. They needed their props, wigs and makeup and they were ready to go on. The circus room for performers was crowded. As the show started the clowns ran out for the opening number. The show had clowns, horses, tightrope walkers but no lions or tigers. Sherlock stood where he could see the show and the green room. When it was over he found Rags standing with Rusty by the trapeze ladder.
Sherlock was ready with an explunation. Rusty excused himself exiting stageright. "Rusty is in trouble; we must follow him!" Destraught the clown ran after him nearly tripping over his shoes. Rags caught him just as shots were fired. Rusty lay on the ground bleeding not moving. Rags ran toward him with tears running down his face. Suddenly the lights went out. The darkness would have hid the shooter's getaway but Sherlock was there with the head electrition, Josh Weitzman. The shooter was the horsetrainer, Samantha. Rags knew Samantha liked guns because he had seen her work as a sharpshooter. He turned to Sherlock questioningly. Sherlock explained, "Samantha is a jewel thief. She uses the circus as a cover. She tried to get Rusty to help her steal your ruby. They were partners in crime when they were in their twenties. Rusty straightened up but Samantha didn't. When she assumed the identity of a trainer Rusty got worried and bought the gun. He didn't want you to know about his past and Samantha threttened to tell if he didn't help. Finally he told her no and you see the results."
Rusty recovered and Samantha spent seven years in jail.
Holmes inquired as to Rusty's whereabouts in the evening. Rags said, "We spend our evenings together." "When does Rusty have time alone?" "Never. We do everything together, even pooping. The only time we are apart is showtime." Sherlock thought for a moment then asked Rags to provide a backstage pass. At six thirty the stagehands were doing their checkout and Sherlock Holmes was there to observe. Men in clown suits arrived with women in trapeze costumes and dogs in tutus. They needed their props, wigs and makeup and they were ready to go on. The circus room for performers was crowded. As the show started the clowns ran out for the opening number. The show had clowns, horses, tightrope walkers but no lions or tigers. Sherlock stood where he could see the show and the green room. When it was over he found Rags standing with Rusty by the trapeze ladder.
Sherlock was ready with an explunation. Rusty excused himself exiting stageright. "Rusty is in trouble; we must follow him!" Destraught the clown ran after him nearly tripping over his shoes. Rags caught him just as shots were fired. Rusty lay on the ground bleeding not moving. Rags ran toward him with tears running down his face. Suddenly the lights went out. The darkness would have hid the shooter's getaway but Sherlock was there with the head electrition, Josh Weitzman. The shooter was the horsetrainer, Samantha. Rags knew Samantha liked guns because he had seen her work as a sharpshooter. He turned to Sherlock questioningly. Sherlock explained, "Samantha is a jewel thief. She uses the circus as a cover. She tried to get Rusty to help her steal your ruby. They were partners in crime when they were in their twenties. Rusty straightened up but Samantha didn't. When she assumed the identity of a trainer Rusty got worried and bought the gun. He didn't want you to know about his past and Samantha threttened to tell if he didn't help. Finally he told her no and you see the results."
Rusty recovered and Samantha spent seven years in jail.
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