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"What We Found in the Storm" by misfitmarie
It was a particularly cold morning on Terror Mountain, not to imply that the weather was ever warm. Even in the summer, Terror Mountain had snow on the ground. But at least in the summer, a fuzzy scarf could keep you warm enough or an all-day adventure through the beautiful mountain caves: ice-skating, snowball fighting, and (my personal favorite) a trip to the Slushie Shop for a cheeseburger slushie!
But on that day, since the brunt of winter was a mere month away, the average Neopian would have to be far more prepared (and careful) for a trip to the very tippy-top of Terror Mountain. Especially for a little Pteri like me, the wind can become too difficult to fly in. It was a fiercely stormy day, and the icy rain nipped at my tail as I clutched to my owner, Marie. I shielded her face with my wing as we carefully made our way up the rocky steps of Happy Valley. Wealthier Neopians could afford the ski lift, but we had to adapt to climbing the uneven stairs.
The voice of my younger brother Joboro, a blue Ixi, chimed in from behind us.
“This is terrible, ma! I want to go home!” he cried. “It’s cold and wet and freezing and rainy and cold!”
I sighed as Marie stopped to look back at him. “We’re almost there, Joboro. As soon as our bags are full, we will return home. And on the way, I will take you and Judi to Roo Island for some kabuggle mochas from the Coffee Cave and a ride on the Merry Go Round.”
Joboro sighed loudly. “Now, I want to go now.”
Marie continued forward, winking at me. “Judi,” she whispered. “thank you for being such a good sport and a good example to your brother. The more of us there are, the more items we can take back home for our little store.”
I nodded enthusiastically. I then quickly looked back at Joboro and stuck out my tongue. He glared back fiercely, his four hoofed feet stomping loudly against the ground. “I hate this,” he whined. “I don’t even have my lucky scarf!”
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