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WOO HOO! It’s time for the Susanna Leonard Hill 4th Annual Holiday Contest!!!
Here are the rules (from Ms. Hill’s blog) –
“Write a children’s story (children here defined as approximately age 12 and under) in which wild weather impacts the holidays! Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words. Any kind of weather will do: sun, rain, sleet, heatwave, blizzard, tsunami, monsoon, hurricane, hail, tornado, etc! No illustration notes please.” – To see the complete rules click HERE.
To check out all of the AWESOME entries in the contest, click HERE!
Here is my entry. It is 345 words. I hope you like it!
Once upon a time, there lived a friendly fox. You may say to yourself, “Foxes are not friendly,” but this fox had a change of heart after having an argument with a very angry, somewhat huge bunny three seasons ago over what to have for dinner (the fox wanted to eat the bunny and the bunny disagreed). The bunny, having won the argument, made the fox promise to eat only fish and vegetables from then on, and so he did. Since then, fox’s dinner parties have become legendary in the hollow.
This year Fox planned to have his Christmas feast early, before it got too cold, so that the creatures who hibernate could be at the party.
Fox couldn’t wait for the animals to arrive. Bunny, Deer, Squirrel and Turkey were coming, as well as Bear, Chipmunk, Toad and Raccoon!
The fruit punch was iced, the Jell-O cubes were stacked. The broccoli soup was… cold? The fish tart was… FROZEN!
A wintry wind sent a shiver through Fox. “It shouldn’t be this cold.” Then Fox felt something. SNOW! Something was wrong. “If winter sets in now, my hibernating friends will not come to my party.”
Everything was frosting over- FROST! That was it, JACK FROST!
Fox ran up Mount Shivery to Frost’s Palace.
“Excuse me Mr. Frost,” Fox said. “You don’t seem to realize that it is a bit early for this wintery cold. I was about to have an early Christmas feast and-“
“Yes, but it is winter, Fox,” Frost snapped. “So, toddle back to your hollow, and leave me alone.” The icy Jack wouldn’t budge.
Fox dragged his tail down the mountain. The celebration was ruined. But Fox, even though he was friendly, was still sly. Fox saw Sun behind the clouds and he got an idea.
“Sun!” Fox called out. “Sun, would you like to come to our Christmas feast? It is in the hollow! Please stop by. You will be our guest of honor!”
Sun smiled at the invitation and her glow warmed the hollow just long enough for the feast.