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PostEaster01 on Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:04 pm

Lost and Found
A Christmas Story

by Joanne and Richard Easter

It was cold. So very cold. And everything was so strange. This was not a world he was
accustomed to, where cold wet fell out of the sky and covered everything. Before tonight,
his world had been very small, and very warm, and he had been part of a family. He
remembered rough hands, flying through the air and landing hard, tumbling over and
over. Now he was alone, in a world that was too big and too strange. He did not know
where anyone was; he did not know where to go. The wind shrieked in his ears, and
pulled the heat from his body. He cried softly as he wandered in the dark.

Part 1

Nathan West watched the falling snow from the window of the office he shared with three other officers in a converted school building that served as the county police station. Of all nights, Nathan thought, for the weather reports to forecast an accumulation of ten to twelve inches of snow. It was New Year's Eve and the roads were getting icy and dangerous. Normally he worked a six a.m. to six p.m. shift in a patrol car, but on New Year's Eve and in this weather nearly all the squads would be called out. It was going to be a long, long night, after already putting in a twelve hour shift. At least the overtime would be nice.

He reached for the phone. He dreaded the call he needed to make to Susan cancelling their plans for the evening. She had been looking forward to this New Year's Eve party for a long time. So many of their friends would be there. Each would bring their spouse or a date to that fancy ballroom in Tacoma.

Yeah, Nathan sighed, shaking his head. Susan was going to be mad. Even if she didn't say so.

When the phone rang, Susan knew it would be Nathan calling to explain why he had to work. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched the falling snow through the window as she listened to his rehearsed speech about the weather alert, the loud parties, the drunk drivers, the auto accidents, and the 911 emergency calls. She made sympathetic noises, trying to hide her disappointment.

Susan hung up the phone and picked up her beautiful new dress from the bed. It had cost a fortune. She looked out the window at the accumulating snow and hoped the store would refund her money or at least let her exchange it for... snow boots. She hung the dress up and laughed softly at that thought. Dumb snow.

The party would have been fun, she thought. Now she was worried about her husband being out on a night like tonight. So many awful things could happen. She thought about Nathan's steel gray eyes and black hair and wondered why he needed to be a police officer. He had graduated from the University of Washington with honors in criminal law and had surprised his whole family when he joined the force in his home town instead of pursuing a career in a law office in a big city. He had been a "county mountie" for ten years now and seemed to be happy with his job. Susan walked back over to the window, briefly mesmerized by the swirling and dancing snowflakes that sparkled so brightly in the light from the window.

Nathan and his younger partner, Mark Thomas, a broad-shouldered, blonde-haired ex-jock, walked out to their patrol car in the fenced lot behind the station. Nathan got behind the wheel and started the engine. It was already warm, since they had been out in it all day and had just returned to file end-of-shift reports. He eased over to the gas pump beside the station building, tires crunching in the fresh snow, and Mark got out and topped up the tank while Nathan filled out the log.

Nathan started to pull out of the lot into the street and jammed on the brake, stifling a curse as a city snow plow grated by, a shower of snow cascading off the angled blade and splashing down across their windshield and hood. "It's not going to matter that this is just a prelude to a really bad storm coming this way, does it?" Mark said.

"Not one bit, I'm afraid," Nathan said, falling in behind the plow. "It's New Year's Eve. Nothing is going to stop people from going to their parties. Most of the folks around here are used to driving in snow. When they start to head back home is when the real problems are going to start."

"Yeah, I guess. I used to love the snow when I was a kid. You know, white Christmas, and all that," Mark said. "It's different when you have to be out in it, on the job." At the edge of town, the snow plow turned right and they continued on, out into the countryside to the county line and back. They would be patrolling about a fifty square mile area for the rest of the night, watching for cars in the ditches or over embankments, responding to calls.

They listened when the dispatcher's voice came on the radio. It was not even eight o'clock yet and already there was a multiple-car accident with possible injuries. They were closest to the scene; Mark keyed the mike and acknowledged.

"This is going to be a long night." Nathan grimaced and looked over at Mark.

Mark nodded and flipped on the overhead strobe lights, but left the siren off.

"What a mess," Mark said, a few minutes later, as he looked through the windshield at the tangle of vehicles in front of him "Guess we need to get to work." They slid quickly out of the vehicle and walked over to the accident scene, shining their flashlights into the windows to determine who, if any were injured. In a few moments they were joined by two more patrol cars and an EMT unit. The combined flashing red and blue strobes of the three patrol cars and the ambulance provided a surrealistic illumination of the carnage. The police and emergency teams worked briskly and efficiently to help the injured and take statements from those able to respond. Two hours passed swiftly. Two tow trucks, one from Sam's Garage and one from Acme, eventually showed up to haul the mangled cars away, moving the others to the side of the road until they could return.

The snow kept falling along with the temperature. The two officers, Nathan and Mark, climbed gratefully back into the heat of their car and thrust their painfully tingling fingers beneath the blast of warm air from the heater. Mark reached into the back seat and brought back an immense thermos and poured steaming hot coffee into two insulated go-cups with lids. He handed one to Nathan. They barely had time for a few sips when dispatch reported a 911 call for a man trapped in a vehicle overturned out on Conley Road, about ten miles out of the city. Nathan pulled out onto the highway, tires slipping briefly before grabbing the pavement, and, lights flashing, headed toward the reported incident as fast as he dared. Both men knew the man in the overturned car would freeze to death if they didn't get to him quickly. In these road conditions, though, quickly just wasn't safe or possible.

Conley Road was a narrow and winding rural lane that followed a gradual incline for miles up to the top of Conley Ridge. The area was densely wooded and remote; there were no dwellings at all on the road up the ridge, not until you reached the very top. The trees grew so closely along the sides of the road that many of their branches reached over the highway and interwove with those of trees on the other side, creating the illusion of driving through a tunnel. The muted hiss of the patrol car's tires over the snow, the blackness of the night, and the sparkle of falling snow caught in the twin cones of their headlights combined to produce an eerie feeling, as if there was no one else in the world.

The snow was coming down hard now, at times making it difficult to see the road ahead. So much snow had fallen that it lay like a blanket over the landscape, obscuring usually familiar landmarks. Nathan was forced to slow the car to a crawl, to be sure to not drive off the road into a ditch. When they came to a side road, he pulled over to the side so they could read a weatherbeaten road sign and make sure of their orientation. The name on the sign was covered with blown snow, so Mark got a lug wrench out of the trunk and whacked the pole until the snow fell off the sign. They were still only about half way up to the top of the ridge, but no sign of the overturned car yet. No sign of any cars, for that matter. This area was really remote, and they had not seen any other cars on the road, coming or going, since they started up the hill.

They crept cautiously through the blinding swirl of falling snow for about another mile, the wind gusting so hard at times that it made the car rock. Then abruptly, as they came around a curve, the headlights picked up the upside-down hulk of a car in the ditch on the inside of the bend. They left the car in the road, blue flashers rotating, and picked their way carefully down into the ditch. Nathan got down on his knees and peered inside with his flashlight. "There's no one inside," he called to Mark."

Mark was inspecting the ground on the passenger side of the vehicle. "There are some footprints and scuff marks here, in the lee of the car, protected from the wind, but almost wiped out. I'd say that our citizen got himself out of the car and headed out on foot." He swept the snow around the car with the beam of his light, but any footprints away from the vehicle had been erased by wind and new snow. "Can't tell which way he went from here."

Nathan came over and looked. "Okay, nothing more we can do here. If he had any sense, he would stick with the road, so we'll head on up to the top and see if we can pick him up. If we can't locate him that way, we can only hope he made it to shelter. We won't be able to get a search and rescue going until daylight."

The two men got back in the car and started up the hill again. Mark contacted dispatch and reported the situation, stating that they were going to drive on up the hill and look for the missing man, and then would RTB for some supper.

"What's that smell?" Mark said suddenly. Now Nathan could smell it too. It was a horrible smell, like burning plastic. All at once, the engine quit, the headlights faded, and all the panel lights went out. The car rolled slowly to a stop, Nathan steering it to the edge of the road.

"Doggone it!" said Mark, who was born-again and never used strong language. Nathan thought a few more colorful expressions, but kept them to himself. "I don't believe this," said Mark, getting out of the car as a gust of freezing wind made the car shudder. "Even if we figure out what's wrong with it, we can't fix it in a snow storm."

Nathan held the mike up. "Radio's dead too. Try calling dispatch on your cell phone."

Mark dug in his pocket and flipped the phone open, shining his flash on it. "Great," he said, "No signal."

"Well, partner, then we have got trouble." Nathan opened his car door and stepped out into the storm. "Make sure you got on all your cold-weather gear. We are going to have to hoof it up the road to the top of the ridge and find somebody at home." He thought for a moment, estimating the distance they had covered. "Probably not more than a couple of miles. I hope."

"Doggone it," Mark muttered again, more quietly.

Part 2 follows

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PostEaster01 on Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:04 pm

Lost and Found
A Christmas Story

by Joanne and Richard Easter

It didn't feel so cold any more. He couldn't feel his feet at all,
but it was harder and harder to drag them through the clingy
white stuff which kept getting deeper and deeper. He wanted
to go home, but where was home? He took one step, and
wobbled, and took another...and then fell over in the snow.
He curled up into a ball, and gradually his heart beat slower
and slower as the flakes drifted down

Part 2

The two men trudged steadily up the gentle slope of the hill, numbly placing one foot ahead of the other. The icy wind took their breath away, so they had little to say to one another. Their world was reduced to a swirl of dancing snow surrounded by darkness. Underfoot, the snow had accumulated to a depth of nearly six inches, but along the edges of the road in places had drifted to nearly two feet under the relentless onslaught of the wind. At times the snow would let up briefly, only to return so heavily that, even with their powerful flashlights they could see only a few feet ahead at such times.

Finally, Nathan stopped, in the middle of the road, breathing hard. "I guess I'm just not cut out for arctic sports," he said. "I'm about frozen. My feet are cold, my hands are cold, everything's cold."

Mark stamped his feet. "Well," he said. "You know what they'll find when they come across our frozen bodies tomorrow."

"Oh thanks so much for the encouraging words. Okay, what will they find?"

In a perfect deadpan voice, Mark said, "A couple of copsicles."

Nathan snorted. "Please, don't make me laugh. I haven't got the energy to laugh. How far did I say we had to go?"

"A couple of miles, you said, oh great woodsman."

"Woodsman, my rear end. I'm a city boy, born and bred. I like my creature comforts, like breathing air that isn't freezing." Nathan clapped his hands together, over and over, trying to get his circulation going. "Like being in a warm, being in a warm house. Like NOT being in the middle of the woods in the middle of a blizzard!"

"We ought to be nearly at the top by now," Mark said, trying to encourage his partner. He slapped him lightly on the back. "Let's keep moving."

They had taken but a few steps more when Nathan stopped again. "Look," he said. "What's that?" Even as he spoke, he walked forward and brushed the snow off of a dark lump in the middle of the road. "Oh no, it's a puppy!"

"Road kill?" asked Mark.

"Maybe...hey, it's still alive!" He quickly brushed the rest of the snow off the small form, which opened its eyes and shivered, moaning softly. Nathan gently gathered the puppy up, unzipped his coat, and tucked the little animal inside. He zipped it back up most of the way, leaving a little space open to give it some air. He looked down. "Where in the world did you come from, little fella? How did you end up in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere?"

Mark's lips were tight and his eyes were as icy as the air around him. "Somebody just probably dumped the poor thing at the edge of the road, maybe just before the snow started. I'd dearly love to catch some lowlife doing that!"

"Yeah, me too. Least they could do would be give him to somebody who would take care of him, not just leave him to die." Nathan shook his head in disgust. "Well, pard, let's move it on up the road."

They started off again. "What kind of dog?" Mark asked, after a bit. "Could you tell?"

Nathan didn't answer for a while, then, "Retriever? Lab? One of those yellow dogs. Maybe just mutt. Get him thawed out, have a better look."

They took a few more steps, and Mark said. "Retriever, huh. Pretty dogs. Good pets."

And then they said no more, focusing on just surviving the night.

Life returned. His feet throbbed painfully, but he was warmer now.
The big man hands had reached down and scooped him  up out of
the cold stuff and placed him next to his body. He could feel the
man's heart beating, reassuring. There were many unfamiliar smells,
sweat and leather, soap and gun oil, but the mixture was not
unpleasant. He snuggled down inside the jacket, soaking up the
heat, confident now that the future held no more terrors.

For a long time neither man had spoken, concentrating on dragging their feet through the ever deepening snow. From time to time, they had to struggle through drifts that reached over their knees. Nathan was approaching the point of collapse; his feet were completely numb and he felt as though he were marching along on stumps. His heart was pounding with the exertion of the struggle. Too many years, too many greasy meals in that diner, he thought. Who would have thought being a cop would turn into a wilderness survival course? Mark was younger and strong as a bull, but even he looked haggard. Heads down, both men stared unseeing at their feet as they clumped along through the snow.

They reached the top of the hill and walked along a level stretch for some time before noticing the change in grade. Nathan and Mark stopped and looked around. The forest had receded, replaced by narrow swatches of open pasture on the top of the ridge. The snow had also let up some, and Nathan was the first to notice the colorful multi-colored Christmas lights decorating a house in the distance. Those lights pulled both men forward like a beacon.

The wind remained strong, blowing in vicious gusts across the open fields, sometimes catching up loose snow and flinging it in their faces. Each step was a struggle as the men waded through drifts and across patches bare of snow toward the house. When they stepped on the porch the front door opened and a man of about forty stepped out and pulled Nathan inside while his two sons assisted Mark across the threshhold.

The heat in the room seemed like a blast furnace. Nathan's vision swam, and the last thing he remembered seeing was a cheerful blaze in a fireplace across the room, the mantel decorated with a garland of plastic holly leaves and red candles. As he sank toward the floor, many hands took hold and eased him down. "Puppy..." he managed to say before darkness claimed him.

At that exact moment, a dozen miles away, Susan lit their New Year candle and started to pray. This was the worst storm their city had experienced in a long time. She prayed for her husband and his partner and for so many others who had to be out in this awful weather. Nathan probably would not be home before daybreak. She thought about the New Year's Eve party and was thankful the storm was moving out of the area. She blew out the candles and climbed into bed, burrowing deep under the blankets, and thought about Nathan.

Nathan was safe and warm but his sleep was restless. He was dreaming about Susan. They were back in college at the University of Washington. It was winter, and they were in the library, studying together. When they came out into the cold and tried to find his car, it wasn't where he remembered parking it. It was dark, and they wandered all over campus looking for it, and it wasn't anywhere, and the campus was empty of people, and everything felt wrong, threatening somehow, the buildings all dark and shadowed.

And then Susan was gone, but he didn't remember her leaving, and he wandered the dark streets and pathways of the campus alone, calling her name....

"Officer West, can you hear me?" came a quiet voice, almost a whisper.

"Officer West, you're safe now. Can you hear me?" came the voice again.

Nathan was too tired to move, too tired to speak. He tried to ask about his partner, Mark, but wasn't sure if it came out as more than a grunt.

"Your partner's fine. He's here. And, another man who went off the road as well." He opened his eyes, and memory returned. He saw the man who had pulled him off the porch out of the cold, dressed differently, in a turtleneck sweater now, but the same man. There were three beds in the room, he saw; Mark was in one of them, still asleep, and a man he did not know was in the other.

"As soon as the phones are working again, you can call your station and let them know you and Officer Thomas are with us and that you are both all right," the man said, keeping his voice low. "My name is Ben, Ben Webster, and it's lucky you found my house when you did. You were just one step away from freezing to death."

Ben looked over at his wife who was coming through the door holding a tray with a cup of hot chocolate. "Sweetie, these men are very lucky they survived. Oh, this is my wife, Connie. You haven't been here long, maybe an hour? We've been trying to get you warmed up as best we can. Here, drink some of this chocolate. Your partner already had some, and fell asleep right away."

"Luck had nothing to do with it, Ben," Connie said to her husband. "Angels were watching over all three of them, and you know it."

Nathan started to push himself upright so that he could take the cup Connie offered, and then felt something warm and wet on his cheek. Startled, he looked to his left, and received another lick on the nose from the small, honey-colored puppy. "Hey, buddy-boy, it's good to see you!" he said, and gave the dog a light scratching at the base of his skull. The puppy rolled his eyes up and collapsed in delight, feet in the air.

Ben chuckled... "What a surprise it was to find that little guy curled up inside your jacket! I'd sure like to know how you came by him in the middle of a blizzard. But we can save that for later."

Nathan, propped on one elbow, sipped the chocolate carefully and then set the cup on the night stand. Ben, more seriously, said "All three of you men were exhausted and near frozen, but I didn't see any frostbite. You were very lucky. We just need to get you all warmed up proper." Ben continued speaking, but his voice faded to a low murmur and disappeared altogether as Nathan slipped away again.

The Conclusion follows

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PostEaster01 on Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:04 pm

Lost and Found
A Christmas Story

by Joanne and Richard Easter

The Conclusion

Several hours later Nathan woke up slowly, feeling that every muscle and nerve in his body was complaining. His back was killing him. There was a weight pressing down on him. He raised his head slightly to peer over the edge of the blankets, and saw the puppy curled up asleep on top of his chest.

Nathan finally sat up, allowing the puppy to gently slid off to one side, where it opened one eye and looked at him resentfully for a moment, and then came fully awake and bounded awkwardly into his lap. It stood up on its stubby hind legs and tried vigorously to wash his face. He listened to sounds coming from the other room. He lifted an arm and inspected the sleeve: striped pajamas, for crying out loud! Where was his uniform and, more importantly, his weapon! He looked around the room frantically and reached for a bathrobe at the foot of the bed, setting the puppy on the floor, where it began to bark at him.

The owner of the house walked into the room when he heard the puppy's shrill yipping. "I'm glad to see that you are finally awake. I don't know if you remember anything from last night, but I'm Ben Webster."

"My partner, is he Okay?" Nathan asked.

"He's fine, and your weapons are locked up at the moment; here's the key to my desk when you are ready to get them," Ben said, and laid an old-fashioned brass key on the night stand. "Your uniforms have been washed and dried, and are hanging there in the closet."

There was a cough and a grumble from across the room as Mark sat up and looked around. In the other bed, the stranger was beginning to stir.

"You all just about froze to death in that storm," Ben said. "I'll leave you all to get dressed. The wife's cooking breakfast, coffee's ready. Come on out when you're ready."

"My weapon?" Mark said, with a worried expression.

Nathan held up the key. "Let's get back into uniform and contact the station. Food and coffee wouldn't hurt either."

Mark reached for the robe at the foot of the bed.

"Coffee?" groaned the young man across the room.

"Are you the fella who went off in the ditch last night on Conley Road? Car turned over?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, banged my head and passed out for a minute, but climbed out. The storm was so bad, I thought I'd freeze before I found this place." He gingerly touched the bandage on the side of his head. "Oh, I'm Brian Young. Moved outa here long ago, came back to visit some family and got turned around in the storm last night."

The three men got dressed, Nathan and Mark back in blues and Brian Young in jeans and a sweatshirt.

The day was bright and clear, the sky a brilliant blue. The reflected sunlight blazing down on the expanse of snow outside the kitchen window was blinding. The kitchen was filled with the scent of frying bacon. Ben was seated at an old-fashioned wooden kitchen table, its topped scarred with long use, cradling a cup of black coffee between his hands. "Storm's over," he said, unnecessarily, "but the phones are still down. They should be back on soon. They can usually get them back up the next day after a bad storm. Oh, and Happy New Year!"

"Internet service?" Mark asked.

Ben shook his head. "Nope. Phone modem. Sorry."

The puppy came trotting out into the kitchen and stopped to look around.

Connie, who was busy at the stove, spoke over her shoulder. "I expect that the little fellow needs to go. Snow's too deep, but I put some newspaper out on the back porch last night for him to use. He's been out once, so he knows what to do. Breakfast will be ready time you get back in."

Nathan saw that his jacket was hanging from a peg by the kitchen door. He put it on and picked up the wriggling pup and carried him to the door. Outside was a narrow screened in porch, the screen covered with heavy polyethylene sheets stapled around the edges to let in the light but keep the wind out. Next to the door were several pairs of heavy work boots; at the end of the porch away from the outside door were several sheets of newspaper spread out and laid flat. He set the pup down. It looked up at him.

"Well, go ahead," he said. "You're supposed to know what to do." He leaned back against the wall and folded his arms as the puppy put his head down and sniffed the papers.

A few minutes later, Nathan came back through the door with the puppy cradled happily in the crook of his arm, and shut the door behind him. Mark and Brian were already seated at the table, drinking coffee with great appreciation.

Ben looked up from his coffee. "Mark tells me that you all found this dog out on the road in the middle of the storm. I guess he's your dog now. What are you going to call him?"

Nathan stood for a moment, scratching the little yellow puppy behind the ears. My dog? Well, I guess he is. Wonder what Susan will think? "I had a dog when I was a kid. Big old flop-eared hound dog called Max. I think maybe that would be a good name for this one, too." He set the puppy down on the floor, who scampered over to Mark and began pulling on his shoelaces, growling ferociously. Mark tickled his belly and then yelped as the pup latched on to one of his fingers. When Connie set a plate of chopped-up bologna down on the floor, "Max" ran over and began wolfing it down.

"Set yourself down," Connie said. "Breakfast is ready. Ben, you want to call the boys?"

Without moving from his chair, Ben simply shouted "Breakfast!" As Connie gave him a look of fond disgust and began setting plates on the table, Nathan sat down and looked out the window.

"How deep is it?" asked Mark.

"About eighteen inches, I think," Nathan replied. He hoped the phones would come back soon, worried that Susan was in a state of panic about him. "Does a snow plow come out this way? Do you have a four-wheel drive? We need to check on our car, and report in."

Three teenaged boys straggled in, one after another, and plopped down into chairs along one side of the big table.

"Officers, Brian, these are our three sons, Kevin, Cole, and Steve," Ben said proudly.

Breakfast was scrambled eggs and bacon, with homemade biscuits and gravy. The youngest boy kept slipping scraps under the table to the puppy. These were good people, Nathan thought, listening to the good-natured byplay between the Websters and their sons. Connie watched admiringly as Mark emptied his plate three times. The three boys nearly matched him, bite for bite.

"Appetites like timber wolves, those three," Ben said fondly. "Best not leave that pup wandering around loose or they'll eat him too."

At that moment, the phone on the kitchen wall rang. They all looked at each other, and then Ben got up and answered it. He spoke for a few moments, and then hung up. "Neighbor checking up on us," he said. "Officers, I expect you'll want to call in now," and he handed the receiver to Nathan.

Tonight would be New Year's Eve. Susan was nervously waiting for word about Nathan. She had been calling the station every half hour since daybreak, when Nathan had not returned and had not called her. They had several cars out looking for him, she was assured. But she didn't feel reassured. She sat down at the kitchen table, the phone at her elbow, and started working on an old cross stitch pattern she had bought several months before. She separated the threads by color codes and marked the fabric's starting point to begin. After stabbing her fingers several times, she threw the pattern down and stared at the phone, willing it to ring, and be Nathan.

At that moment, the phone did ring, and she jerked and nearly fell out of her chair. She grabbed it on the second ring. It was Nathan. He was all right. He and Mark were riding back to the station in the back seat of another car, and he would be home as soon as he could. Susan hung up the phone with tears in her eyes.

Not much more than an hour later, Susan heard snow crunching in the driveway. She pulled the drapes aside and saw one of the county's white SUV's pull to a stop, the snow nearly up to the bottom of the door frame. The rear door opened, and she saw her husband struggling to get out, bulky in his brown winter jacket. She ran to the front door, and had it open as he came tramping through the deep snow up the walk.

He stepped up on the porch and began stamping his feet to shake the snow off. Susan ran to him, oblivious to the cold, and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Nathan, I was so worried!" And then she pulled back a little...he didn't feel quite right...he was just a little too bulky.

Nathan laughed, and unzipped his jacket. A little puppy face stuck its head out and licked her on the nose. Susan put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, my goodness!" she said.

A little while later, Nathan and Susan were snuggled together on the couch in the living room, the pup curled up in her lap as they sipped the champagne they had planned to drink the night before. Nathan had his feet up on the coffee table, and a fire crackled cheerfully in the fireplace across the room.

Susan stroked the sleeping puppy and smiled at her husband. "Welcome to the family, Max West."

It was good to be warm, with a full belly. These big people had
gentle hands and made pleasant sounds. He missed his mother
and his brothers and sisters, but their memories were already fading.
He had a new family, now.

Merry Christmas

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Postanidup on Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:49 pm

I am so glad that you uploaded this story again, Joanne!
It is so heart warming and and I enjoyed reading it again! :thy: bigghug
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PostChicklet45368 on Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:11 pm

Joanne! What a fabulous story! I was totally enthralled and didn't stop reading the entire thing in one sitting! You have a gift, for sure! I loved it! It was a beautiful, well-written and thought out story!

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PostRanapeach on Sun Dec 10, 2017 11:59 pm

What a lovely story, it lightened my heart.

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PostBroomhilda on Thu Dec 28, 2017 8:59 pm

I love this gave me tears and goosebumps..

I really miss your stories and I still have to finish one of the others..

When are you going to put up another story..watermelon

I'm still your biggest fan :bigsmile:

Time for a Spring Siggi lol
Thank you so much Crissi, it's beautiful
~hugs and smiles my dear, dear BFF's~
I am so proud of all of you..
Friends call me Sam(F) or Broomie or Broomhilda

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