Snowball couldn’t believe that his friends were still sleeping. They apparently had grown used to the rooster crowing at the break of dawn. Today was their last day down at the farm and they had slept right through the rooster’s “Cock a doodle doo!”
Eating his last bite of scrambled eggs, a sly thought came to Snowball’s mind. With a smile he mentioned his idea to Luke and Luke heartily agreed to it.
Jangle and Alabaster shot out of bed, and Jinx was holding his head in his hands wondering what had just happened. One moment he had been having sweet dreams and the next …. his ears were ringing!
Snowball and Luke were laughing with tears streaming down their faces. The trumpet was now resting in Luke’s lap.
“Had I told you guys that I was a star trumpet player back in school?” Luke said, with his eyes twinkling.
Jinx, Jangle and Alabaster stood there with dazed expressions on their faces.
“It is a beautiful morning isn’t it!” said Snowball, “Hurry up and get dressed now, the cows are waiting. Betsy is waiting for you especially, Alabaster.”
Jinx looked at Snowball. “What has you so cheery this morning?”
“Remember the fortune cookies we got at the restaurant last night? Well I had forgotten to read mine until this morning. It said, ” Today will be a bright, beaming, wonderful day, nothing bad shall befall you.”
Snowball was all smiles, “Today is my day! See ya all out in the barn!” and he was laughing as he closed the door.
The day did seem to be turning out just how Snowball’s fortune had said. His friends were having mishaps, but his day was shaping up perfectly.
While Alabaster was stacking up some hay, he slipped and fell into a pile of manure. He told Snowball that he was sure Betsy was silently laughing at him. Betsy may have been silently laughing, but Snowball and the others weren’t so quiet.
Jinx was trying to plow the field with the mule, but the mule had sat down and was refusing to listen to Jinx’s pleas to get up. Jinx finally gave up and decided he would get a start on digging some holes that Luke had wanted dug. He was pretty good at digging holes. At least he had thought he was, until he hit one place where the dirt wasn’t budging , he put a lot of force on his shovel and before he knew it he had done a belly flop onto the ground , with dirt flying into his face.
Jangle had tried getting eggs from the Henrietta and managed to grab 4 of them, before getting pecked on his hand.
Meanwhile Betsy had cooperated real nicely for Snowball when he milked her and then he enjoyed lying on the hammock, taking a nap under a nice shade tree. Annie had come out to him after his little nap with a glass of sweet lemonade. She also carried her favorite book in her arms, for him to read to her. “The Odessa Chronicles”
He enjoyed the book as much as Annie did, laughing at all the crazy antics of the characters. She had also sneaked some donuts out of the kitchen for them to have. She gave an impish grin as she gave one to Snowball. Oh, was it yummy!
The day flew by and too soon it was time for Julia to drive the guys back to the airport so they could catch their plane back to the North Pole.
Luke and Julia were so appreciative of all their hard work and invited them to come back anytime! They all felt bittersweet about leaving, for Luke and Julia were really nice and Annie was simply adorable. Alabaster though was not going to miss Betsy the cow at all!
They were all settled in their seats on the plane and were chatting about the week they had at the farm. Amidst the mishaps, it had been a really good time, but they were eager to see their friends at the North Pole again.
A stewardess interrupted them and leaned down to Snowball and said, ” Congrats sir! You have won the prize!”
“A prize?” said Snowball in shock. Then he turned to the others and said, “See how right my fortune was, the day just keeps getting better and better.”
The others just shook their heads in disbelief.
“Out of all the passengers on this plane, your name was drawn. You get a nice box of chocolates, from all of us here, hoping you will fly our airlines again!”
Snowball grinned from ear to ear as he thanked them for his chocolates and he was nice enough to offer some to his friends.
“Yup today sure has been…”
Suddenly the plane rocked, the stewardess lost her balance and her full pitcher of ice cold water fell right into Snowball’s lap.
The stewardess apologized profusely, but his friends were laughing.
“What were you saying again about your luck today?” said Alabaster.
“Oh Snowball, you do know you can’t always believe everything you read, right? Including a fortune from a fortune cookie. ”
Snowball just sat there not saying a word, but smacked his head with his hand, forgetting it was the one that now had soggy, melted chocolate on it.
Yes, sometimes the things you read are just too good to be true.
Umm, I liked it all except the last six paragraphs. For some reason, I always have trouble with your endings. Well, that stewardess will not be getting tipped. And when Snowball gets back to the North Pole, he’s gonna have Rudolph lick his forehead clean.
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LOL!
Interesting that you say that about my endings for yes I remembered what you said in your post about being sure of an ending because of Colin’s part…..Perhaps you would have had better luck if he would have written this ending. 😛
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Ew, ice cold soggy melted chocolate! I have to agree with Tippy, that ending was a bit on the icky side. But otherwise, this was all fun 🙂
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Sorry about the icky side, but there was a reason for it. LOL!
Glad you liked the rest of the story!
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I think so. From now on I’m putting Colin in charge of writing all your endings.
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Haha! Yeah, right!
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Trying to figure out what airport they would be flying in to in order to get to the North Pole. Fairbanks? Yellow Knife? Hmmm
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Oh gosh, how could I not think of that tiny detail! LOL!
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Let me know when you come up with the answer smart guy! 🙂
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I have to explain your plot questions?
Ok, from Texas they flew from Houston or Dallas to London. Then from London to Oslo and had a 14 hour layover. They then caught a flight to Svalbard. Now from Svalbard they had to hire a private plane piloted by a funny looking furry pilot with a glowing red nose. When they land at the North Pole, they then have a long wait at immigration before getting home.
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Yup, that’s how it works with those who like to ask questions!
And look at that, you answered just fine, soooo its not exactly a short flight home, but at least they made it. Snowball’s clothes were probably dry by the time they landed. But no they did not have to wait at immigration, these are Santa’s elves, remember, they have special privileges. 🙂 . :
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After the Easter Bunny incident, which you are to hereby write about, Santa has had to tighten immigration at the North Pole Airport.
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Umm.. wait, what? What Easter Bunny incident?? LOL!
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You have to write that one.
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Oooh I see. How nice of you to tell me! Shaking my head. 🙂
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Just trying to assist your creativity.
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You are helpful, at least you said Easter Bunny and not an alien. 🙂
Well I guess since I wrote about Tippy’s suggestion, I will aim to please with yours as well.
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Just call me muse.
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Ha Ha! But how can an Easter bunny fit in with the North Pole??
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Well, Easter has been cancelled this years, the Bunny is depressed and doesn’t know what to do with all of the dyed eggs? So, who else would he turn to, but ….. Alabaster?
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Well yes, who else would he turn to indeedI Alabaster may just save the day! But just so you know, when Snowball wanted to be the star of the story, you saw how it ended for him, right? 🙂
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Wow, how much time did you spend on Expedia, trying to figure out this complex flight path?
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I searched the Northernmost airport and then guessed which airports you’d have to bump through to get to it. Most things in Europe seem to bump through London or Frankfurt from here.
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There are too many coronaviruses in Europe. Perhaps we should have stayed on the farm, with Luke. Even though he is a secret axe-murderer.
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Oh my gosh! I made Anna a killer to satisfy you all and it didn’t work! Luke is a friendly, trumpet player, remember!
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What’s wrong with him being an axe-murderer? So he killed a few axes. Big deal.
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“No comment!….
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You are welcome!
I mentioned in my reply to Colin’s comment that someone has to nake sure your brains get some exercise. Don’t want those wheels in your brain to get rusty from not turning. 🙂
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I don’t have wheels in my brain. That’s weird
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Ooooh its so hopeless when dealing with the 3 stooges!
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What kind of chocolate melts when soaked in ice cold water? Hmmmmm!
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Oh gosh! Jason was “Hmmm…” in trying to figure out what airport they would go to, to connect with a flight to the NorthPole and you are “Hmmm….” about melting chocolate. Glad I can make you guys put your brains to work. Gotta keep those wheels turning so they don’t rust you know.
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Thanks for pointing that out. I would have pointed it out myself, but I figured the science would go over her head.
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“Very funny!” I may not be a science whiz but yes I realized my mistake. Just not at the right moment!
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Well, Tippy may not have liked the ending, but I did … in fact, I loved the whole story! It provided some much needed lightness and humour, a welcome relief from the dark world of you-know-what! 😊
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Yay! Glad you liked it and my pleasure to bring you laughter!😄
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I like his look on the bright side attitude, but yes indeed we do need to be careful of some of the things that we see, read, and hear. 🙂
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