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Annabel Lee's Christmas AdventureAnnabel Lee’s Christmas
It is Christmas Eve on the Island of Sodor. Engines are doing last minute jobs just before they can go home. Gingersnap and Gordon are working hard to make sure their passengers get to their stations on time for the Holidays. Thomas is even busy on his branch line. In the early evening, Annabel Lee is working in Edward’s yard. She loves to work with trucks, as we all know. She is getting ready to take the empty trucks to Ffarquhar Quarry. Then Edward steams up to talk to her.
“Very well done, Annabel.”
“Thank you Edward. I just need to take these trucks to the quarry so Mavis can start when
“Alright. Well, I came to tell you that Sir Topham Hatt gave me a special so I will not see you out.”
“It’s alright, Edward. What is your special?”
“I’m going to take orphan children to the Diesel Works. The Christmas Party is being held there this year.”
“That is wonderful! Sist
The Star Fleet Cats!
A low growl echoes in the dark.
“Hello? Who goes there?”
No voice answers. Only steady paw steps are heard.
“Come on out or I’ll come after yea!”
The growl grows deeper and closer. Then it suddenly roars, showing its red glowing eyes.
It is light once more. The only noise is a soft creaking of the wooden hull of a tug boat. A voice moans. Under deck, a pale ginger tom rubs his head with his paw. After being awoken from his nightmare, he hit a wooden beam with his head. The pain fades away. He glances around with his hazel/green eyes. He lies on the top shelf. He sees that everything is still in place.
‘That nightmare again. Why does it keep on coming back? What does it mean?’
The sudden call of his name made him jump. He hits the beam with his head again, and then he moans, “Oh suffering stacks!” He covers his head with both paws.
“Oh there you are! I was lookin
Chapter 3 - Many Moons LaterChapter 3 – Many Moons Later
Spring, the season of new life and renewal. The season that brings warmer weather and gives birds a reason to sing. But, spring is also the season of mischief.
“Get back here trespassers!”
Three cats run through the forest. The chaser is a large long fur black tom. His heavy pelt shakes as he runs. The “chasies” are two young toms: one green and the other blue.
“When I get my claws on you, I’ll tear you to shreds!” the black tom yowls; His
red eyes burn with rage.
“That maybe so but you have to catch us first!” the blue tom meows cheekily. In a flash, the blue tom disappears.
“Wait! I can’t run as fast, you twit!” the green tom cries. He looks behind him and sees the black tom gaining on him. “Help!”
The blue tom returns, growling, “Yo, flat face!”
The black tom is surprised by the blue tom. The young cat kicks up some dust into the chaser’s face. The
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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