The exercise:
The countdown to Christmas continues with: Frosty (capitalization optional).
We're heading out tomorrow morning, so the next few days will consist of scheduled posts here. Which will require me to get some more writing done tonight, seeing as I've only got Thursday's down on paper so far.
Mine:
Frosty watched the two elves approach as he eased himself back and forth in his rocking chair on his front porch. Unaware of his presence - coal proved to provide excellent night vision, much to his surprise and completely unbeknownst to anyone else - the elves appeared anxious as they spoke in hushed tones.
"It's only three days to Christmas," he heard the one called Rita (or was it Barbara?) say. "What will we do if don't find him?"
"We will," the one called Martin... Marcel? Whatever his name, that's what he said. "We have to."
"One of your donkeys go missing?" Frosty called out, startling them both.
"For the last time," Miguel said, hands on hips, "they're called reindeer. And no, they're all accounted for."
"A fellow munchkin then?" Frosty somehow blew several perfect smoke rings in their general direction while he spoke.
"Elves, you tarted up igloo," Rosa countered. "We're all here too."
"Sure you haven't lost one or two in the cracks of the woodshed? I've always thought I could fit a dozen of you in there."
"This is a waste of time," Miguel said, turning away.
"Who's gone missing then?" Frosty asked, barely resisting the temptation to suggest it might be the Wizard of Oz.
"Santa."
"Really? How intriguing." Frosty fell silent for a few moments before adding, "Well if you're in need of a replacement on the Big Donkey Ride, I'd love to help out."
