“A sleigh ride?” June said dubiously, looking at Peter’s eager face before gazing across the street. A line of brightly painted carriages stood gleaming merrily beneath blatantly ignored No Parking signs, bells jingling with each stomped hoof. Snowflakes dusted the road, straight out of a painting of Christmastime in New England.
Except…
June pointed to the first sleigh, a bright cherry red with golden bells and a patiently silent driver. “That’s a moose, Peter. A wild animal typically not trained to harness. I haven’t lived here very long, but even I know moose are nothing to mess with.”
“Lovely, isn’t it?” Peter grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the sleigh. “We’ll outpace everyone else and have the forest all to ourselves.”
” A moose,” she mumbled, but found herself hoisted into the sledge and covered in blankets before she could protest further. “We’ll have the forest to ourselves, all right. We might not survive, but – “
She cut off with a gasp as the moose turned and gave her an unmistakable wink, followed by a cheerful snort.
“You were saying?” Peter asked, rustling blankets as he settled onto the cushioned plank beside her.
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I wasn’t sure what to do with nother Mike’s prompt this week about no parking the sleighs, so I went ridiculous – seriously, leave those moose alone!
My prompt about celebrity chefs went to AC Young. Check it out here, and don’t forget to head over to More Odds Than Ends for the rest!
