Dear Santa, she is way behind!
I’ve seen no Christmas shopping, but I think she’s gearing up for Christmas… getting in the festive spirit or something. The bags under her eyes would do as overflow sacks for Santa and Rudolph will be out of a job if her face gets any redder. She’s quiet at present… apart from the constant barking. I think you two-legs call it snoring…
Let’s just say that her ‘ho, ho, ho’ has been more of a ‘oh, oh, ergh…’ and that’s without the other strange noises she’s been making. Though the less said about those the better…
But she promises the tree will go up and there will be things underneath it after you have been. She says I’ve been a good girl…without me even asking her for a recommendation… ’cause I’ve been looking after her and keeping her feet warm.
Well, what else can I do when she looks more like the Hogfather’s replacement than Mother Christmas?
Ah wel, she’s never let me down yet at Christmas. And, if she is too poorly for Christmas shopping, at least she can’t buy any of those silly antlers or ears.
As long as she can get a turkey…
Fiyero, Idina and the eternal problem of precedence…
Hi Ani! It is us, Fiyero and Idina!
You mean Idina and Fiyero…
I’m the oldest, so….
You’re the ugliest, so… I’m the Alpha. My name goes first. Period.
Yeah, you’re the Alpha, so you deserve special treatment. Right. What I think is… hey! Stop biting my leg! See, Ani, what I have to deal with?
Hurmph. See, Ani, what I have to deal with? Males. Hurmph.
Anyway, the reason we are writing is because we know that you are the Ball Master, with the One Ball to Rule Them All! And I…
What? That’s not why…
As I was saying, great Ball Master, my Mom and Dad had set up this tree looking artificial thing and were sitting watching it and I brought my ball over. It wasn’t quite the One Ball…
Fiyero, it was disgusting!
..but it is well loved, and black and lovingly covered with my drool.
Too much information!
Anyway, my parents, what you call my two-legs, and I were playing and all was good…
No, it wasn’t.
…until Idina came and took it away. I dare not try to get it from her.
I’m the Alpha.
After a minute, she put it in her crate. Her crate! I will not go into a crate, any crate, and not hers if I ever did.
You won’t go in my crate because I am Alpha, and since being Alpha, I have my own space in the house, unlike any other animal…
Anyway, she later left the room, so I snuck in and stole, I mean, rightfully took, my ball back. So my question, oh Ball Master, is that is it a sin against Dogdom to steal a ball and make it inaccessible while it was in play?
Ball is an outside only game! You know that!
OK, let’s go outside, and I’ll show you…
Ha! You couldn’t hurt a fly…
Ouch, quit biting my back! I thought this was supposed to be an outside game as well!
Not for me. I’m Alpha.
OK, OK, you are Alpha. Is that better?
Right. Now if you are done with your silliness, we can actually get down to the business of this call.
Right. Anyway, Ani, Dad, my male two-leg, finally let us on the computer so we could wish you a very merry Christmas.
Good Boy, Fiyero. Ha! And we would like to wish your two legs a happy Holidays.
May you have a wonderful New Year,
Full of chasing!
Fiyero and Idina
Idina and Fiyero!!!
About their Two-legs, author Trent P. McDonald
I never decided what I wanted to do when I grew up. I compose and play music, draw and paint, take a lot of pictures, and yes, I write. I’ve written a couple of books that are sitting on my shelf waiting to go out and I write a new short story almost every week, which I often post on my blog, trentsworldblog.wordpress.com. I’ve collected some of the best short stories I’ve written and put them out as “Seasons of Imagination”.
I also like to eat, so I work as a computer nerd during the day while I figure out what it is I really want to do.
If you really need details, I was born and raised in Ohio by the shore of beautiful Lake Erie and now split my time between mountainous New Hampshire and the coast of Massachusetts.
One thing to know about me is that I hate to write bio-blurbs in the third person.
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“Towards the Light” and “The Mad Quest” are two fast paced, farcical Fantasy novellas. With visible winks and nods to the great Fantasy works that came before, but with a few unexpected twists, these two stories are light-hearted valentines to those classic works of the past; love notes but with pokes in the ribs and “bunny-ears” behind the head fun.
In the shadowy area where myth and history collide, an unlikely hero is forced to save the world from an ancient Celtic curse. Dr. Elliot Everett-Jones knows that shadowy area well, having spent most of his life exploring its dimensions as given by a host of unreliable sources and imaginative speculation. Some would say he daydreams over the improbable plots of second-rate Romantic era authors. These fantasies, however, come to life after the discovery of the Cauldron of the Dead. When the Cauldron produces the evil fireborn, Elliot is forced to confront an army of these mythic undead with nothing but his obscure knowledge and the hope of finding the legendary Lady of the Lake to give him Author’s sword. Even more frightening is the idea that he might have to confront his ex-wife, Eleanor. “The Fireborn” is part joyful romp through history, myth and legend, and part fast paced adventure set in modern England and New York. The entire book, though, revolves around Elliot’s relationships with a large variety of characters. These relationships form the key that may unlock the mystery or lead to utter defeat.
Trent P. McDonald’s Seasons of Imagination contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people. Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us. What makes us tick? Why do we say the things we do? Why do we react as we do?
So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.
Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the Seasons of Imagination
The Halley Branch
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past.
The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.
After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past? Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?
Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared. Who could he trust? The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan? Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie? The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.
But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.
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