On they trudged through the snow—the mouse who had once been Mighty in show business, and Irene, the aging hockey heiress who had yet to inherit even a hockey puck.
“Almost there, My Lady. We’ll get to the glorious green valley any minute now.”
She groaned and took another step.
They crossed a small ridge. In the distance a line of green pines beckoned.
Almost there. They quickened their pace.
Then a child giggled and gave the globe a good shaking. A blizzard of snow surrounded and blinded the intrepid trekkers.
Irene’s last intelligible words were, “Damn, I hate snow.”
Only The Indian in the Cupboard holds the key to this story.
Darn shakers! It’s a never-ending journey! Good one! Love the twist!
Creative and charming story. I enjoyed it.
Good for you and your creative ability!!!
I like the idea of thinking outside the box. Your idea – thinking inside the globe, brilliant!
Great twist. I really enjoyed this one 🙂
the ongoing search for green and the snows keep coming. sigh. poor irene never had a chance.
Excellent story. Great twist.
Comical and clever!