AnElephantCant stay warm in winter
His big ears and his trunk soon get cold
He has four great gloves
And a big scarf that he loves
Do you think maybe he is just getting old
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Queen of the Mountains Rochelle organises a winter wonderland of wondrous wordsmiths to form fantastically frosty fables.
And AnElephant is on the downhill.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
When we reach the snowy heights, our mountain men are invaluable.
It seems they can fashion walking skis or snow shoes from two toothpicks and some string.
We go where The Invaders cannot follow.
Although we wish they would.
We have explosives, we can start an avalanche if threatened.
We have our long guns, so we hunt, and we are taught where to find roots and berries.
Life is tranquil, if cold.
We work hard, on fitness, on ideas and on tactics.
Then we hear they will start executing villagers.
Unless our leader returns to face a charge of murder.