If you missed my post from Saturday, here is the link, To Surf or Not to Surf …
The following story is Part 2. For my recent followers who haven’t seen any of my stories about Santa’s elves before, they are recurring characters. Santa’s elves started out as a Christmas story post a few years back, but they were too fun for just a one time post, so they will pop up every so often. Enjoy!
The waves were rising higher, they were perfect for surfing but Mason was having a hard time today. He had wiped out a couple times already. Instead of the song “Surfing Safari” going through his head, it was the “Wipe Out” tune that kept playing. After a few more spills, Mason decided that he may as well give it up for today and try again tomorrow. While swimming back to shore, he looked around, hoping the elves hadn’t been watching him today. He still found it hard to believe that he had talked to Santa’s elves. He really didn’t know what to think. If he went back to the coffee shop and told Cara that he and Tippner had talked to Santa’s elves, she would lose it! Once she stopped laughing, she would tell him that he was “off his rocker!” and maybe she would be right!
Thinking about the coffee shop made him start to worry a little. With Cara in charge, who knew what he would come back too! Telling himself to not think about the coffee shop right now he wondered about Tippner, hopefully he was having a good morning.
What a beautiful day, there wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky. Tippner was feeling happy and carefree. He hadn’t gone surfing with Mason this morning, for he had wanted to do some sightseeing. He had decided to rent a bicycle for the day and ride by the water. It was turning out to be a great decision, as he rode along with a gentle breeze at his back.
SQUAWK! SQUAWK! A swarm of seagulls came out of nowhere and were diving for his head. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Tippner felt the goo running down his head, onto his neck. He was biking as fast as he could but the seagulls followed him. What was wrong with them! CRASH! He ran into a bush, and fell over the handlebars right into the middle of it. At least it was a soft landing and the seagulls flew away.
Tippner climbed out of the bush and heard laughter from nearby. He looked around and spotted the elves he had seen earlier in the week. They were sitting on the park bench with their friends and all of them had amusement on their faces.
“If I had known I was going to see such a great show, I would have brought popcorn along.” said Alabaster with a grin.
Tippner shook his head, feeling the “presents” that the birds had left on it. He felt self conscious, but said HI, and Snowball introduced him to Jinx and Tink.
“Where is your friend that you were with the other day?” Snowball asked.
“He wanted to surf some more, I thought I would do some sightseeing.”
“Well you got a close up view of that bush and those birds sure seemed to have it in for you!” Snowball said.
“I would stay and talk, but yes the seagulls did have it in for me. Now I need to go clean off their “presents!” so, if you will excuse me.”
They couldn’t hold back their laughter as they said goodbye and watched him ride away.
“So are you all ready to go tour the Everglades and maybe see some alligators?” asked Snowball.
“Yes!” said Jinx, with the rest echoing in agreement.
They started walking to catch a bus to take them to the Everglades. Tink was so glad that his stomach was feeling a lot better, he had been sure to steer clear of the bacon on the breakfast buffet at their hotel.
Mason was all showered and cleaned up when Tippner walked into the hotel room. Mason looked at him and opened his mouth to speak, but Tippner said, “Don’t say a word! Don’t ask me about my morning, and I don’t ever want to see a flying seagull again!” He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Mason stared at the door thinking that perhaps his morning hadn’t been as bad as he thought. He may have kept getting swept off of his surfboard, but at least no birds flew over his head, leaving presents behind.
Later in the day Mason and Tippner decided to take their beach chairs and go out and sit on the beach for awhile. Sitting in the sun and hearing the sound of the waves made both of them fall asleep for a little. They woke up when they felt the cool water on their feet.
“Whoa! I think we better move our chairs!” Tippner said.
Mason quickly jumped up, and bent down to grab his sandals. “Where are my shoes. I had put them right…” Tippner and him watched as a big wave came right to the spot where he was pointing at.
“This is only a guess, but I have a strong feeling that you have lost your shoes. I think they are swimming in the ocean right now.” Tippner said.
The rest of the day was fortunately uneventful. They were able to enjoy relaxing on the beach, and even did a little more surfing in the evening. This time Mason stayed on his surfboard.
As they were walking back to the hotel they saw the elves walking just a little ahead of them. Should they call out to them they wondered. Then Jangle turned around and saw them. “Hey everyone, look who is behind us!” The other elves turned around and greeted them.
The elves were so friendly and cheerful, but what else would you expect from Santa’s elves? He wouldn’t hire grumpy elves would he, thought Mason, as they were chatting away to Tippner.
After chatting awhile they said their goodbyes and parted for the night. When they got to their room Alabaster started combing his hair.
“What are you doing?” asked Jinx.
“I want to see if I can style my hair the way Mason has his. It looked pretty cool.”
The other elves looked at him and rolled their eyes. Alabaster always did care about his hair. After a snack of sour cream and onion potato chips and some leftover sausage pizza they all went to bed. Tomorrow would be a fun day of exploring the Flamingo Gardens. They were all sleepy, except for Tink and Jangle. Tink pulled out a folder and was going through papers.
“What papers did you bring along?” asked Jangle.
“Santa’s financial statements from the past couple months.”
Jangle shook his head, “I used to think I wanted to work with numbers, but nope, not for me! I would much rather tinker with toys, and listen to my music.” He put his earbuds in as he laid back down. It didn’t take long before the numbers started blurring in front of Tink’s eyes and he put them back in the folder and closed his eyes to enter dreamland.
Mason couldn’t sleep. Tippner was snoring, but that wasn’t all that was keeping him awake. He was thinking about the dreams that he had been having ever since they came to Florida. Betsy, the cow, kept appearing in them! He hadn’t seen her since their fast trip to Switzerland, why was she in his dreams now? It was probably due to him eating tacos before bed. He threw another pillow at Tippner and rolled over, hoping for a peaceful night.
Well, Mason wasn’t having nightmares, because that would be about horses. Nightheifers?
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Oh Gosh! I can’t smack my head when just waking up! I can drink coffee though, perhaps some extra caramel is needed. 🙂
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For you, is caramel 2 syllables or 3?
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Your questions tend to get me into trouble, but this one seems safe enough. Its 2 syllables.
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It wasn’t a trap. I was just curious. It is 3 syllables for me, but I seldom touch the stuff.
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LOL! I figured you would have a different answer. I think it depends whsre you are from.
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My husband says it with 3 syllables too, but he wasn’t raised Pennsylvania Dutch. You poor people. 🙂
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Yes, poor us.
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I sense possibly a little sarcasm in that answer, but its all my imagination, right? I mean I know you lament the fact that you didn’t grow up with foods like shoo fly pie, scrapple and hog maw and whoopie pies! 🙂
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Those are among my greatest regrets.
A lot of Germans and Slavic people settled Texas back in the day, which is why I am here.
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I figured they were! Its not too late to try some of the foods and dig into your German roots! 🙂
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There are some good German restaurants around central Texas. I don’t go out to eat very often though.
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It would be interesting to find out if one served Shoo fly pie! I would sooo dare you to try it. LOL!
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Is that German? You would find a lot more pecan pie down here and be ridiculed no matter how you pronounce ‘pecan’.
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Yes, it is. And pecan pie is another favorite of mine! So I have to ask how do you pronounce pecan?
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Oh, this is tough one.
I usually say something that sounds like “p’con”. Though some people go with “p’can” which is OK too I guess.
Then there are the “pick-cans” at that table nearby. They’re usually half drunk by the time they order dessert.
Then some furriner from up north or someplace will say something that rhymes with “pee can”. They usually get some odd looks.
Sometimes some weirdo will come out with a “peak’n” and nobody knows what the heck he is talking about.
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Oh gosh I just had to ask, didn’t I! But, I agree with you on “p”con” . 🙂
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Soo after all that you still didn’t say whether you liked pecan pie, do you?
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I don’t like pecan pie. It is too sweet.
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But you know eating it with bitter coffee would cut the sweetness.
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Maybe it’s 2 syllables for those who use it, because their teeth stick together.
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I think you’ve hit on the answer.
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Smart aleck! I think you are wrong!
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Good thing you were able to write that, and didn’t have to articulate it with speech.
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…mmm…!!
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Okay one more word. How do you say Ketchup?
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Oh, nobody says catsup.
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Sad how I can’t help that obviously noone knows how to pronounce it right! 😛
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Poor Tippner, he didn’t deserve to be divebombed. But maybe the guano from the seagull presents will help him grow more hair. I’m sure glad Mason wasn’t attacked by flying piranhas.
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Oooh yes, poor Tippner, your heart just goes out to him, doesn’t it! Well if it helps grow hair , perhaps he should of had more “presents!” “)
“Flying piranhas”…. Ssh! Mason doesn’t know about them, and how could someone as nice as me put them into a story! 😛
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I think flying piranhas would go well in your story. Every story needs a little action and gore, to keep it exciting.
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But I am trying to forget about the “flying piranhas!” I see how hard that may be!
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I don’t know why. Google seems to have forgotten about them.
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Oooh you smartass! LOL!
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Is Tippner gullible enough to believe that seagull dropping with stimulate hair growth?
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No, he isn’t that featherbrained. After all, the pun in this comment has not flown over his head.
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I thought for shore bird puns would fly past you.
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No, I keep an eagle-eye out for them.
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Oh gosh!
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It’s a new day, JR, and our minds are fresh.
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Thats bad news for me!
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Fresh is a strong word.
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Just like that black coffee you drink.
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It keeps me from being excessively charming and witty.
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Then it probably straightens out that wavy hair, also.
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No, he wouldn’t drink it if it straightened out his hair!
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I’d better rethink this. Perhaps it’s so strong it curls his hair, making it wavier.
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Now you hit the bull’s eye! Thats the secret behind the dashingly handsome wavy hair!
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Then he’d better stop drinking coffee, or he’ll end up married. See, coffee really is poison.
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😶🤚
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I may have almost spit out my drink forgetting that I can’t drink and read your comments at the same time!
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Knowing the high sugar stuff you drink, that may have been for the best.
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“Haha!” Smart aleck!
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This was cinnamon flavored this time. 🙂
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Oh but I believe feather brained is a good word for him!
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It’s only because his thoughts soar to lofty heights.
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Rolling eyes!
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Guano was commonly used as fertilizer in the past. I don’t think it was ever an ingredient in hair growth potions, although it was used in making gunpowder. That might make an interesting story if Tippner’s hair exploded. The fireworks might attract some flying piranhas too.
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LOL! Hmmm….Tippy’s hair exploding….will have to think. 🙂
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No, that would be a very dull story. I don’t think JR should ever write anything about things like that, about poor Tippner.
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Awh! Come on! It would add action to the sfory. 🙂
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Tippner doesn’t like action.
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I will remember that next time you suggest more action in my posts! 😉
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–mmm–
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😶🤚
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See…I knew the elves were more mischief-making Pixies!
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Yes, they know all about mischief! 🙂
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I do hope that Alabaster gets his hair to look as good as Mason’s hair.
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I thought you would! Maybe Mason needs to give him some of his Swiss conditioner.
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That stuff is expensive, but maybe he sees something in Alabaster that makes him think it is worth it.
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LOL! Gee! I wonder what he sees
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Tink would have skipped the trip to see the alligators. Financial statements are much more interesting.
But you’ve got me confused with why Tippner is getting seagull poop all over him, and not one of the elves…
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Ooob poor Tink! I don’t think the financial statements are more interesting, they put him to sleep, remember!
I think the elves had more fun laughing at Tippner and you do recall Tippy’s story about certain flying fish before, right? I think Tippner got what he had coming to him. 😄
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they put Tink in a happy place before he goes to sleep…
but I thought one of the elves was the one who told the flying fish story…
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LOL about Tink! It would give me nightmares.
Welll Snowball and Tippner told the flying fish story so I could have had the seagull drop their presents on both of them, but I was nice! 😉
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so I guess we’ve entered a special dimension where the same person could appear as two different characters in the same story. we’ve entered the Twilight Zone…
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Exactly! Now you got it!
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ok, got it! 🙂
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That Betsy does get around, doesn’t she? Waiting with bated breath for the next installment!
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Betsy is everywhere!
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So I’ve noticed!!! 🐮
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Tales never fail to amuse me and make me smile! 😊 ❤️
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So glad! Thanks for reading and making me smile! 🙂
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You’re welcome!😊
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