The Cabin in Winter_I'm a hero?_My best birthday present ever._The best family isn't always
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The Cabin in Winter
The paved road that lead to the turn-off for the Remington cabin had been salted and plowed. I had stopped in town and carried several cardboard cartons filled with food and supplies in the back of my 4-Runner, but there was plenty of daylight left to see the landmarks Irene had given me, and I easily spotted the sign with the name “Remington” and an arrow pointing into the dense forest. About six inches of hard-packed, powdery snow covered the service road leading up to the cabin, which showed but a few sets of tire tracks. And there it was, the remote winter cabin that would be my home f...
I'm a hero?
No, no, no, no!!! This is impossible!!!2 hours ago As Tasha rolled me off of the bed, I woke up and whined. “My goodness Just let me be. Please.” “No sleepy-head. Wake up!” She said right next to my ear. “Okay okay okay. Ugh.” It was Tuesday and I wanted to stay in bed although I was working at the World Trade Center. “You should be excited!” She said. “Well I just want to stay in bed.” I grumbled. “If I were you, I would wake up at like six! How could you not be excited!?” She asked. Now, she started to tick me off. “Could you just stop? Like for once in your life. Please stop talking.” I sho...
My best birthday present ever.
OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I can’t believe this is happening! I hope this isn’t a dream. Let me pinch myself. Ouch. Ok this is totally not a dream. You won’t believe what I got for my birthday present! I just got a Vulpes ferrilata a.k.a sand fox! It’s super tiny and has a hint of black on the tail too. I have to keep looking at her because she’s so tiny and can fit anywhere. That’s why I need a cage or something so I can keep her, and I can do some other stuff without worrying. I have no idea what to do when I’m going to sleep. I guess I’ll have to put her in the box where she came from. It’s like th...
The best family isn't always human
I see flashes of snow falling. The howls of the wolves ring out in the night.The temperature drops and the cold wind freezes my bones. I huddle closer to my companion- * * *“Hey Noel! Merry Christmas!”“Merry Christmas Jones.”Words are meaningless. Merry? Didn’t know what that meant. It was just a means of reply in December, something automatic. I barely even thought about it when I wished someone a Merry Christmas.Come to think of it, I don’t think anyone really means ‘Merry’ when they wish me. I suppose it’s a just a manner of custom now.I duck my head as I walk past Gilb...