December 20th, 2008
Ok.
Snatter! Hay, Snatter? Oy!
Oh he not listening! He’s listening to Dooley who is going “I have spoken to Bowy and Henson earlier today. Our friend is on his way, and so everything is falling into place. The project will unfold just as I planned it, now all that remains to be seen is what the Antisnatter actually has in mind. We have a time, but no details about what he will do when it comes. That’s the concern. Perhaps you would like to inspect the slé? The men have done a good job with it.”
Snatter’s going, let’s run along with him. Snatter! Oy Snatter!
Snat – tar!
Why won’t he listening?! O wait I noe! Maybe we’re not really here, but only watching as spectral visitors! Maybe we’re really standing outside looking at the calender or something! Or the magic of the calender means we can’t talk to Snatter and that. I’m trying to think if we’ve ever actually spoken to him before and I don’t think we have! Last year we just sort of hung around and watched him do things didn’t we! That’s probbly how it works. O well, I bet Snatter will notice the grumpy men soon, there’s more and more of them turning up everywhere.
There’s the slé. I think it’s the same one Snatter born in! But they’ve painted it red, Dooley’s saying now that painting it red makes it go faster. (That must be why Snatter could go faster when he woke up in red clothes.)
But wait tho!
Because this is all well and good, but, sley won’t go anywhere if there aren’t anyone pulling it!
Snatter should have some reindeer and that. Shouldn’t he? I can’t think what reindeers he should have tho, they’ve got a few.
O look, here’s Duddles leaning.
O no he’s really leaning against that wall, really really leaning, I think he look sad. Stop being sad Duddles! Your friend will be better soon you’ll see!
Duddles goe, “you should probably talk to Prancer and Dancer. They’re the best reindeers at flying. They might be a bit… unkind to some people, sometimes, but they’ll do the job best.”
Snatter do a nice smile at Duddles. Then he walk off. Wonder where to.
Cor dear I can hardly see, this is certainly one foggy Christmas Eve.
Let’s folow Snatter see where he goe.