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Originally Posted by sock
Rocky turns his face up to the sky, blinking at the snow that drifts gracefully down from the clouds. His smile blossoms, once again, and he begins to speak spontaneous poetry.
"The street cars are like frosted cakes, all covered up, with cold snowflakes."
He turns on his heel, throwing his paws into the air, closing his eyes in a way he believes adds a hint of drama to the scene.
"The people's shoes scrunch on the street; their eyelashes white with sleet."
Rocky flicks his tail, turning again to face Freckle and Miss Pepper.
"And everywhere the people go, their faces are tickled by falling snow."
The lanky tabby bows, grinning with bright eyes at his 'audience.'
"Encore?" |
"NO!" Freckle says, before clutching at his ribs as his words end in a cough. His white-tipped tail twitches and he glares at the ground before groaning slightly. "Could someone please just... Get the car started...?!" Freckle says as he runs his arm on his orange tabby arm before shaking the snow off of his fur. He feels some wet snow - or is it sweat - running down his spine.