December 16th, 2009
There he is!!
Here’s Snatter! and look what’s suddenly in front of him! There’s a big pear tree that has just sprouted suddenly in the middle of the stable, and a nice big fat partridge up in it. Snatter is cowaring in the corner because he doesn’t like something about this partridge.
Hissing, hackles rising, the partridge head rise. Snatter pull back.
Its claws digging into stiff, sudden branch, the partridge slowly turn to face him. it cock its head, making its wingies flop & sway.
“Christmas spirit, help me,” Snatter whisper!
The bird let out a slow partridge cackle. It sound like a partridge, but in him heart he know it isn’t!
In this instant, Snatter completely understand the concept of a partridge that im not am partridge!!
This look like a partridge, like most of the North Pole’s partridges (there’s loads there, they just hide). But this im no partridge.
THIS IM EVIL MANIFEST.
“All…. hope… is lost,” it say in its creaky voice, “hail, Yulicron!”
and then it fly away!
Then the pear tree smash down into the ground and is gone, and the stables walls start to flop over, and snow is falling down but now it’s black sooty snow that stains the ground, and the stain spreads–
– oe and that’s nice, lots of pretty flowers grow out!
Hooray, lovely flowers. That very nice. I wonder what Snatter will do next.