We have another offering of fiction this morning. Haldis has outdone herself this year with a second scrumptious morsel of story.
I was going to mention that this takes place within the world of Lone Star... let's call it the prequel. ;-)
Under a Lone Star
Marty gazed up at the lone star
shining bright in the clear night sky and sighed. How did he get himself into this situation?
It wasn’t as if he had mixed all that much hot sauce into the red sprinkles on Toby’s
sugar cookies. And Toby was acting like he was all hot stuff at the toy factory,
so Marty felt the hot sauce was appropriate. Marty chuckled remembering the
steam pouring out of Toby’s pointy ears after that first taste. Unfortunately, Mr. Claus also sampled the
cookies….And that’s how Marty found himself half a world away from his home in
the North Pole chasing a randy reindeer across the cold, foreign landscape of
Texas. Although he supposed as far as punishments went, it could be worse.
Marty heard the jingle jangle of
bells and picked up his pace, jogging past odd prickly trees and short scrubby
bushes. Twin lights to his right caught his attention and he realized he was
approaching a roadway. And now Marty could see Blitzen trotting along on the
other side.
“Blitzen!” called Marty. “By Jack Frost’s nose, if you do not come
here right now, I will eat your gingerbread!”
Blitzen looked back over his
shoulder at Marty and made a questioning grunt.
“That’s right! Stop with these
silly reindeer games right now, or else,” said Marty as he pulled a fragrantly
wonderful cookie from his pouch. “I’m going to eat it. All of it. Unless you come here this very second.”
The headlights were getting closer.
He may have to wait until the vehicle went past hoping Blitzen wouldn’t take
advantage of the distraction to keep on with his moseying, as the locals said. At
least he thought that was what they said. He wasn’t sure. This was his first
time in Texas.
Across the roadway, Blitzen lifted
his nose to sniff the air. He turned back around towards Marty and made another
inquiring grunt. He stepped out on to the road.
“No, no, no, no,” said Marty,
quickly waving his hands, trying to signal Blitzen to stay. The car was too close.
Blitzen watched the gingerbread in
Marty’s hand wave back and forth. He kept walking out into the middle of the
road directly in front of the oncoming car. It swerved to avoid Blitzen,
skidded, spun out, and away it flew like the down of a thistle…ok, no, it
crashed and rolled like Santa’s sleigh after a couple of rowdy elves took it
out for a joy ride during a particularly boisterous New Year’s Eve party.
“Good King Wenceslaus!” exclaimed
Marty as he debated whether he should assist the human in the car. Blitzen had
finally reached him and was nibbling at the gingerbread in his hand. Marty
noticed more headlights coming down the road and decided it was best to leave
humans to other humans. He grabbed Blitzen’s harness and pulled him further
away from the road, bells jingle jangling all the way.
“I could really go for a double
shot of peppermint,” muttered Marty to himself, as he tried to hide behind a
crazy looking tree with Blitzen happily munching beside him.
Marty watched as the person from
the wrecked car climbed up to the road. He appeared to be okay. The other car
pulled over and a cowboy got out and approached. They were talking to each
other, but Marty could not hear what they were saying. He could use his magic
to get closer, see if there was any potential danger, but neither human even
looked in his direction. Eventually the two got into the cowboy’s vehicle and
drove off.
Marty waited until the red tail
lights had disappeared into the distance before coming out from his hiding
spot. Blitzen nuzzled his pouch, looking for more gingerbread.
“That was all I had, Blitz,” said
Marty as he fondly rubbed Blitzen’s muzzle. “Let’s say we head home, get some
more? Mrs. Claus promised a fresh batch as soon as we arrive.”
Blitzen tossed his head in
affirmative and then positioned himself so Marty could scramble onto his back.
He got a running start and leaped into the air, straight towards the lone star
shining like a beacon in the night sky and Marty couldn’t stop himself from
shouting, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
They were going home.
Ah, the mysterious reindeer incident explained beautifully!
ReplyDeleteAlways love reading Lone Star!
I knew Mitch really saw a reindeer! Thank you, Haldis. Now I wish I had a cookie with hot sauce in the sprinkles.
ReplyDeleteAlways nice to go home. The hot sauce sounds like a funny idea.
ReplyDeleteNow we know how it all came about. Though 'came about' is such an understatement for how things have gone through. Glad that Mitch survived that disaster. I can't help but notice how apt Blitz name is. ***attack*** lol! Bad reindeer!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this Haldis! This is really great. ^_^
I knew it was something like that. 😁
ReplyDeleteDelightful, as usual, Haldis. Really need to thank you for spreading a little sweet holiday cheer. (I love Lone Star and reindeer!) :)
ReplyDeleteEverything explained. Awesome and sweet. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteForgot to mention, from now on I intend to use, “Good King Wenceslaus!” whenever the occasion fits. Or, just anytime, because I love that line! :D
ReplyDeleteAs Paul Harvey used to say, "And now the rest of the story."
ReplyDeleteI knew Mitch wasn't fibbing, but couldn't figure out how a jingling, jangling reindeer ended up in Texas.
Thank you Haldis, for telling us the rest of the story.
I believe!! Wonderful, Haldis :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Haldis. I always wondered where the reindeer came from 😉
ReplyDeleteBad Blitzen... fleeing the scene of an accident!!
ReplyDeleteHaving just baked a batch of gingerbread and armed with this knowledge, I'm setting my trap tomorrow night. At last, I'll have my very own reindeer!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!!
ReplyDeleteheee! Such a cute story. I'm definitely going to believe this is how it all happened. :)
ReplyDeleteI send you my love, Haldis. Thank you for giving me the right Christmas feeling.
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