Xmas in Wonderland-short story

I hope everyone is ready for Christmas. Here is the last one for the year. This is Xmas in wonderland! Hope you enjoy.

CHRISTMAS IN WONDERLAND

Short story

The entire wonderland forest was covered in a white blanket of sparkly snow. The air was crisp and it was Rabbit’s favorite time of the year or at least next to spring. He was busy in his whole making his list of what he would need for his own feast and getting his letter ready for Santa.

One of the best things was that so far he had heard nothing from the hatter about any festive celebrations with those creatures. He hadn’t even seen any of the faeries floating around. Not even the winter ones which he was very glad not to see. Those things were nasty.

But the thought barely was put behind him when he heard footsteps above him and by their lively steps, he knew who it was.

“My dear friend, you down there fluffy? I have some exciting news for you.”

Rabbit sighed. And here he thought…He climbed out of his hole and hatter stood tall before him dressed in this very colorful coat. Reds and greens that glittered and around his neck was a knitted scarf the color of greens and reds mixed together. His hat was decorated in pine cones and leaves. “Are you up for a party my fluffy?”

Rabbit shook his head no. Hatter frowned. “Now don’t be a grumpy pants. You have to come out and celebrate this wondrous time. Isn’t it the best? Gifts are exchanged and we eat good food and we dance.”

Rabbit cringed when he said dance. The wild ones liked nothing better than to dance and twirl around like the snowflakes. He was having no part of that.

“The party is the eve of Xmas and I will come pick you up and we shall attend the event of the year.”

That made Rabbit cringe even more. He knew that he would not take any refusal to go so all he did was give a sad nod.

“Turn that frown upside down my fluffy. It will be fun I promise.”

Then off he went like a gust of wind leaving Rabbit standing there holding his paper that he was going to write his letter on to Santa. He scampered down his hole and got to the letter. He had lots to say.

Dear Santa:

I hope you have had a good year and that it is not too cold in the North Pole. Hope Mrs. Santa is doing well and probably baking lots of cookies!

It will soon be Xmas and I do have some things I would like to ask for. Hatter just announced that there will be a party in the forest and is insistent that I come with him. Now you know how I feel about such things. And I’m not sure what you can do about this but maybe you can?

I would also like a new basket to gather my berries and such in. My other one is falling apart.

I thank you and wish you and Mrs. Santa a happy new year.

Cheers,

Rabbit

 

He sealed it up and put Santa on the envelope and went out his hole. There was now a strong north wind. That would be perfect. He hopped over to a small knoll and held up the letter. It was like the wind had hands and snapped it out of his paw and off into the wind it went. Rabbit watched it go up up up and disappeared.

He shook himself as he looked around. There was a storm coming. Rabbit got back to his hole and got out of the stormy weather. As it turned out, it got quite blustery in the forest. For most of the night it howled.

The next morning when Rabbit got up, ho noticed a small pile of snow on his floor. That meant it had snowed a lot when that happened. He set to getting his little shovel and pushing it back out. He got quite a surprise when he got to the surface. The snow had buried everything. The sun was out and the snow sparkled and glittered everywhere.

Tonight was the party. Rabbit smiled to himself. With this much snow, they would not be able to have their party. Santa had got his letter!

But then he frowned. “How will Santa make it out tonight,” he said out loud. Oh dear what had he done? He paced back and forth and then he heard his name.

“Are you alright Rabbit?”

It was another woodland rabbit, Hermy. He came scampering over the snow to Rabbit. He was all bundled up. A large brown scarf and two long ear mitts covered his head. “Hello Hermy. I’m fine but with all this snow, how is Santa going to come tonight?”

“He will make it Rabbit. He always does.”

“I hope you are right but I’m still worried.”

“Are you going to the festivities tonight?”

“Are they still having it?”

“Oh yes, they won’t let this snow stop them from celebrating Xmas eve.”

“Oh I ‘m not sure I want to venture out.”

Hermy made a little noise through his scarf. “That old hatter will come for you. Might as well come at least for a while and a present. That’s what I look for and those candied nuts that the faeries make.”

It was getting close to twilight now and Rabbit knew that the hatter would be coming soon. So, he bundled up. Slipped on his ear socks and scarf. And just in time as he heard the bells above. He knew that was Hatter.

He jingled at his hole. “Ready Rabbit?”

Rabbit came up and there was a deer faerie with bells on her head. Hatter picked Rabbit up and placed him on the back of the deer. They started for the forest.

Rabbit got quite a surprise when they got there. The trees were all lit up with faerie orbs. The place looked magical. The long table was even dug out of the snow and decorated with rose hips and nuts and small fairies flitted about. Tiny plates with acorn cups were neatly lined up along the table.

The food was overflowing in the middle. Rabbit suddenly decided that he would enjoy the meal if nothing else. Hatter sat Rabbit down next to his seat and Hermy was there with some other bush rabbits. They all enjoyed their meal and the music filled the forest air. Rabbit rather enjoyed himself. They just all finished eating when the wind got up and it started to snow again. In fact it was snowing quite hard. The little faeries flew off for cover to their nests.

Hatter knew Rabbit would want to get going as well. He placed him and Hermy with a few other bush bunnies and took them all home. Then it was just rabbit. The deer faerie found her way to his hole but by then it was really starting to storm.

“Take care Rabbit, I will see you in the morning. Oh and here is a little gift for you.”

Rabbit thanked him and scampered down to his home, covering his hole with some bows to keep the snow from coming in too far.  

He placed his little gift under his small tree and noticed something. There was something wrapped in some cloth with a bow and note attached.

He opened the note. Dear Rabbit:

Thank you Rabbit for your letter. I hope you enjoyed your festivities tonight. I trust you had a good time. I knew you would. Sometimes being with your friends can be most enjoyable. I know you don’t like big parties so I hope this calmer version was agreeable.

Mrs. Santa had made lots of cookies. Look inside your gift. Merry Christmas my fluffy friend.

Rabbit opened the gift and there was a brand new basket with a little package. He opened the package and inside was cookies made by Mrs. Santa! He nibbled on one with some warm milk.

He decided he would save Hatter’s gift for the morning. He had some gifts for Hermy and the other bush bunnies as well. They would spend it together. Tonight was very good he thought. He took his cookie to his bed and snuggled down and was all warm and toasty.

Rabbit sighed. “Merry Christmas from Wonderland!!

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WAITING FOR SANTA PAWS-CAT FLASH FICTION

Hello and hope all is well with you. Here is another Xmas flash fiction as we get closer to the big day. Hope you enjoy!

WAITING FOR SANTA PAWS

Cat Flash Fiction

Blue’s waiting all nice by the fire. Tonight is the night he comes. His stocking is hung up and there is even some cat treats and cream set out for Santa Paws.

Blue wants more cat toys. He saw with his human a large fish toy that cats this year are going crazy over. There’s cat nip on the inside. He would love to wrap his paws around one and give it the hind leg maneuver!!

The Xmas tree has cat ornaments on it so he knows it’s a cat house and Blue knows that he has to be on his best behavior.

For now he will cuddle in his blanket and dream of fish toys filled with catnip.

Happy Christmas to cats!!

 

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IN THE SPIRIT-CAT FLASH FICTION

Hello, hope it is warm where you are. It's a cold night here for sure. But it is that time of year. So we are starting off the Xmas season with some Xmas cat flash fiction. Hope you enjoy!

IN THE SPIRIT

CAT FLASH FICTION

 

It was getting close the night before Xmas and everything was set for the big day.

Angel was also waiting for the big day. She knew which present was hers. She could smell it and there was also something in there for her to play with.

But one thing caught her eye on the big tree. Angel wasn’t sure if it was for her or not but she thought it looked like something for a cat.

Angel circled the tree a few times and her owner Maggie teased her about it. “Do you think that is for you?”

Angel wasn’t sure but the way Maggie spoke, it must be. She kept an eye on it anyway.

The other feline in the family Max found another package that looked the same as the one Angel found.

Max kept an eye out for that package as well. It would only a matter of time and they would know.

Maggie had snuggled the two of them down in their big soft cat basket and shut out the lights. The Xmas tree was lit up but always shut off before midnight on the timer.

Max and Angel settled in and the next time Angel woke, everything was in darkness but she could make out things in the dark with her good cat eyes.

She thought she could hear a scratch at the front door where there cat door was. Angel got up and went over to the door. Their cat door was shut so she couldn’t get out.

Then she heard a mew. She mewed back and then the scratching go louder. By this time Max came out as he heard the noise too.

Max sniffed and looked at Angel. “It’s another cat.”

“He sounds like he needs help.”

“Let’s open our door, we can try together.”

So, the two of them pushed with their noses and surprising it slipped up and onto the floor. A nose stuck in and then a head. It was a kitten! He bounced in and shook himself. “It’s cold out there and I had no place to go.”

Angel and Max looked at one another. “Well, come on in and warm up. You stay here tonight.”

“Thanks, but have you got anything to eat.”

Max nodded. “Yeah, come follow me to the kitchen. Maggie always puts out a snack for us.”

The kitten bolted for the food and ate really fast. Max gave a look to Angel. “You don’t have a home?”

“Nope, I’m all alone. My momma got taken away and so did my sister but they never got me.”

“I see,” said Max. “It’s pretty cold for a little guy out there.”

The kitten washed a paw. “Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.”

“We have a big basket,” said Angel. “Come, and we will get you warmed up by the fire.”

All three of them settled in to the basket. The kitten soon fell asleep.

Max whispered. “I’m sure Maggie will know what to do.”

Angel nodded and they soon fell back to sleep too.

Maggie came into the room the next morning. “Well, Merry Xmas you two. Look what I found in the kitchen.”

She was holding the kitten. “I see you guys helped out this poor little guy last night. That was kind of you. He has no home by the looks of it. What you say? He lives with us?”

Angel and Max meowed and Maggie grinned. “I thought you guys would approve.”

“I named him already too. His name is Frosty. His paws are white and he has a white patch on his tabby head. And since he arrived on a frosty night, it feels like a good name. Frosty purred and she let him down and joined the other two.

“Now it’s time for you guys to have your gifts.”

Angel and Max got very excited. She reached and took the two packages that they had been keeping an eye out on. She opened them and in each one was two new cat nip toys. They were quite happy. Frosty looked on with excitement.  

Both Angel and Max pushed over a toy each over to Frosty. Frosty mewed.

“Aww, that so nice of you two to share your new cat nip toys.”

Frosty payed with his two new toys all morning and played himself out. He dragged over on that was a fish with a feather on it over to the basket. He stretched out in the basket in front of the fireplace and fell asleep.

Max and Angel looked on. Mas yawned. “I think he has the right idea.”

Angel thought so too. “Merry Xmas Max.”

“Merry Xmas Angel and they both looked over at Frosty. Together they said “Merry Xmas Frosty.”

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SUNSET PICNIC-FLASH FICTION

Hi everyone! Even though the ground is white, I felt like summer when I seen this pic. Hope you enjoy!

 

SUNSET PICNIC

FLASH FICTION

 

We decided to have an evening picnic just as the sun was about to set. It was a beautiful evening and it was that time of late summer when the sweet smell of summer was turning to fall.

My friend found an old blanket to lay on and we decided on almond butter and honey sandwiches and apple pie that we had made from the apples we picked in the orchard. We didn’t even burn it.

So we packed up our treats along with some apple juice. We found some chipped mugs to drink out of.

As we took the old cow path, the crickets were singing and the bull frogs were chatting. We sang our own tune.

As the sun was setting everything turned to colors of pinks and yellows and the grasses even shared in the color. We sat with sticky fingers holding our mugs of juice. No one thought to bring a damp cloth so we licked our fingers and wiped them in the grass that was forming dew.

The sun now was almost hid from us. Like someone blowing out a candle it would be gone in a wink. We decided that we should head back before it got too dark.

We sang with the bullfrogs and guessed what the crickets were saying in their secret code. We were convinced that knew everything about us. Maybe more than we did, but then we were young and we thought we would just figure it out one day.

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WHO I MET AT THE CLOTHES LINE-FLASH FICTION

Hello everyone and today we have a little something for those who like clothes lines. I use them. Hope you enjoy!

Who I met at the Clothesline

Flash fiction

 

It was a cool autumn evening and the sun was starting to set. I needed to go out to the clothesline and get the blankets down. When the darkness started to creep in, I always let my imagination run wild.

 Why I did that I don’t know. There was never anything there. It was just the evening coming to a close and getting darker at that time of year. This time however, I wasn’t thinking about it and as I was pulling in the clothesline, it made that squealing noise that seemed to echo into the darkness. It was the last blanket that I was pulling in when it stopped. I couldn’t pull it in. There was something holding it back. I figured it got snagged on the something. It sometimes happened.

But before I got down the steps to investigate, I seen a slim dark figure. I almost screamed but when he smiled, I just froze instead. There was something about him that told me he was not human. He was holding onto the blanket. His fingers were so long but very clean. His face was smooth and his eyes were as sharp as my cats.

He let go of the blanket and swayed for a bit. Stepping out of its way, he stands by the steps of the clothesline stand. I’m wondering if he is scared of me. I was scared of him.

Leaning against the stand, he sniffs the blankets in the basket. His nose twitches.

Suddenly his cat eyes, as gold as the sunset. Flashes at me. I hold my breath. His straight golden brown autumn mixed hair falls across his cheek he grins at me. I was waiting for him to say something. What would he sound like? Would he know English? That was so silly.

He makes a small sound and hops up on the stand as quick as cat and pulls in the last blanket and lays it neatly on top of the others. He breathes in the fresh autumn air and leaps down.

With a wink he saunters off into the bush. It is getting very dark now. I clutch my chest for moment and then go and quickly pick up the basket of blankets. I quickly got inside the house where I felt safe.

As I was putting away the blankets, tucked inside was a large dried oak leaf. It was the color of red and gold. I twirled it around with my fingers. I sighed. I wondered if I would see him again.

I tucked the oak leaf inside my journal. 

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MANX-SHORT STORY

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Manx

Flash fiction

 

He could see over the horizon where the sun was starting to set. The heat of the day would be cooling off. Then he could head out and hunt.

The only thing was that the night brought out other hunters as well and they could be a threat to him.

Foxy boy was always on the prowl but never really a threat. Manx knew his routine pretty good. Grey horn always announced his arrival with this hoots.  Usually calling over more owls which was the signal to clear out.

Tonight he was going to fallow a certain other cat who was new to the region. There was no threat from this cat but she looked interesting and wanted to talk to her. Maybe they could hunt together.

He threw up his nose and sniffed the air to see what caught in his senses. So far so good.

The moon was now high and the silver light lit up the path he was on. Dark shadows danced along the trees beside him. He was sure eyes were following him.

He kept his guard up as he never knew who he might encounter.

Finally he made his way into clearing where a small creak gurgled away. His chest jumped to life as he saw her across the way drinking.

He decided to do the same thing. He kept one eye on her while he drank, hoping that she would look up.

She never did but then as she turned she caught his scent. Now she looked his way.

He nodded to her and she swiftly turned and trotted back into the forest disappearing into the dark.  

His ears drooped. Foxy boy came not too far away, and was having a drink. While he drank, Foxy boy kept his one eye on him.

“What’s wrong,” he asked. “Something chase you?”

“No, I was here to see another cat and hopefully meet them.”

“The one that just left. I would stay away from her. She is one of them.”

“Them?”

“The magical ones, I’m sure you have heard of them.”

“Yeah, I have but never saw any so I’m not so sure they exist.”

“Oh they do, and right now they are prowling our woods.”

“What are they prowling for?”

“Who knows but I am staying away and so should you.” He trotted off leaving him with his warning.

Manx shook his head. She didn’t look like a threat. She looked friendly and if he ever saw her near, he would speak to her.

He went back down the path and took another path that would take him to the other side of the creak and maybe he would see her.

And he got his wish. She was stretched out on a small hill overlooking the meadow. The moon bathed her white grey muted fur. Her ear tufts reached out to the night sky. He carefully approached.

Suddenly she leaped up and whirled around in the air and land on all fours teeth baring.

His ears went flat. “I’m not here to threaten you.”

He could see her smell him and then stand up and look at him “Who are you?”

“Manx, I live here. And I just noticed you and wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, well, hi back.”

“Can we sit together?”

She nodded and he carefully trotted up beside her and sat down and looked over the meadow.

“Where you watching for something to hunt?”

“Not really. But if I saw anything, I would go.”

“Yeah, I thought so. Do you like it here?” He felt like he was asking dumb questions.

It did make her smile.

“Would you like to hunt with me tonight?”

His ears perked up. “Sure, sound good.”

She shook her head and stood up. Let me take you to a special place and you will see all about me.”

Manx remembered what Foxy boy said. “Are you magical?”

Her eyes went wide. “Me? I don’t have any magic.”

“Okay, let’s go hunt first and then maybe we can go to your special place.”

Off they went down into the meadow where they caught some mice and headed to the creak.

They both drank. Now she was going to go show him her special place.

It was close to the meadow where he met her. She leaped into the tall grass and rolled around. He did the same. The grass felt cool and smooth.

When she got back up on her fours, she looked at him. “Come.”

He followed her and she came to a large oak tree with an opening in it. She went inside and turned for him to follow.

He got close and sniffed the opening. The hair stood up on the back of his neck. Manx backed up and he whirled around running as fast as his feet would carry him.

When he reached the top of the hill looking down on the forest. There was soft glow coming from the area he had just ran from.

He was panting. Foxy boy was right. She was magic and her hunting was for ones like him. He shook his head. Never again would he pursue her.

Manx did see her after that but he kept hidden from her.

Another one came up beside her. He knew to stay away from the magical ones.

He left the area for a while until he heard it was safe to come back.

 

 

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THE MIDNIGHT CREW-FLASH FICTION

I thought today I would give you a little cat magic. Hope you enjoy!

 

The Midnight Crew

 

They start off as tendrils of grey black smoke that rises out of the darkness with yellow and gold eyes.

High pitched howls make the darkness shiver. They slither like snakes in the darkness and their tails swish in the moon’s light. There is a group of five. They call them the Midnight crew and what they do is slink and prowl the neighborhood.

Everything should be indoors when this crew is out and about. Trouble is what you will be in for if you encounter one of them.

One of them by the name of Black Star is the leader. He looks for mischief and chaos.

If you do meet up with old Black Star, he will want to strike a bargain with you. Be wary as he is quite the one to conn. Hisses and spits nearby warn you not to make any deals. Do listen.

Another of the group, LightFoot, will also make deals behind Black Star’s back. He’s even more dangerous. It’s best not to even let on you’ve seen them.

Walk really fast and keep your eyes looking ahead. Don’t even once glance to the side, even if you think there is a dark shadow by your side or this strange vibe that you’ve picked up that something is following you.

Because there probably is. Dark grey smoke with sharp eyes and tails swishing back and forth waiting to pounce you if you dare look back.

So take heed at the midnight hour. A certain crew is on the lookout and they are not looking out for you.

They are simply waiting for you.

 

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