A Christmas Story

Let's make a story about Viggo at Christmas. Ok I will start it.

Once there was a little boy named Viggo. And he very muched liked to play in the woods and hide behind trees and jump into streams and catch frogs and minnows in his nets. When the streams would freeze up in the winter he would take his little shovel and sled and run down to the stream hoping the ice was frozen. If it was, he would shovel all the snow off the ice and then invite his friends to bring their skates and to play hockey.

One Christmas...

Now it is someone's turn to continue this little story. Just make sure the story is in the italics mode and it will be easy to follow. ok?

Good idea, Aithne! How much do I need to write? I'll try!

One Christmas it was very cold and they had a bad snowstorm in the night. Viggo woke up the next morning and when he had eaten his breakfast he put on his HABS clothes and went out to his own ice skating area. He skated around there all alone because the other boys were home in their beds with the flu - his brothers had it, too. And he was very sad because no one could come and play with him.

But then suddenly something happened...........

Now another person can take over, please!

We need more members to help us to write the story. Will you please help us? Just write something! Sad or funny it's up to you!

But then suddenly something happened...........

A large four-legged animal with antlers came crashing through the woods. It ran right onto the frozen skating creek and when it realized too late that it was on ice it tried to stop. It was too late and its hind legs slipped out from under it on the ice and the poor animal landed on its backside and went sliding across the ice bumping into Viggo knocking him flat on his behind too.

"Wow, where did you come from?", Viggo asked. Viggo quickly picked himself up and started backing away. "Are you a deer?" he asked the animal. "Or a moose?" He wasn't sure. The animal just snorted at him and tried to stand up but it was useless as it just couldn't manage to get it's back legs sturdy again and kept slipping on the ice. "Oh-oh", said Viggo "this isn't good. Now what are we going to do?"

Maybe I could try.....

To continue this Christmas story:


The large brown creature saw the boy running through the trees. He was in a predicament to be sure. He dozed momentarily. He was aging and in a few moments he would try again to upright his tired old body. By and by through the woods came the sound of a hundred beating hearts and hurried breaths; the wind swirled around him and he saw their legs strong and agile, their antlers tall and proud, the ample mist of their breaths in the air – all this in an obscure undulating haze around him. He lifted his own head and smelled the air. He heard and felt the call of his forebears. The constant rhythmic pounding of their beating hearts were urging him -- pa-tum, pa-tum, pa-tum, a sound so familiar from his own mother’s beating breast -- pa-tum, pa-tum, -- so many years ago to the sound of his own in this very moment -- pa-tum, pa-tum – in tune with all of theirs. He stretched and straightened out his legs in front of him – pa-tum, pa-tum – he willed every bit of strength to his hind quarters and in a second he stood and leapt into the air. Pa-tum, pa-tum , pa-tum. ..

Viggo, sitting on his packsack stared in amazement at the agility and grace of the creature as it cleared the ice and galloped off into the woods. He took a few running steps after the creature and then stopped trying with his eyes to follow the creature who had just seemed to vanish. “Well, I guess I won’t be needing this,” he said as he pulled the shiny silver harmonica out of his pocket. Viggo went over and picked up the rest of the Toblerone bar and stuffed it into his packsack. He was just about to leave when he remembered something he’d left behind. “Oh I would be in so much trouble with Tomas if I lost this!” As he picked up the Inuit drum and mallet he remembered Tomas having told him that it was a special drum; that Tomas’ grandfather had actually stretched the caribou skin over it himself over a 100 years before. No, this was not a gift Viggo would want to lose.

“Maybe my friends will be feeling better to play hockey tomorrow”, smiled Viggo.