Grandmas Goulash

Men! Frosty really should have asked for directions.   They remembered gaining speed as they flew down the icy slope. How they got here was nebulous, but their fate was crystal clear.  Frosty had always been a bit of a risk taker, but he’d never done anything this flaky. 

  He’d failed math and couldn’t parse a sentence, but even James Bond couldn’t compete with Agent Racoon’s stealthy ways.  

  Light shot into the sky and leaves performed a glorious dance. She’d never guessed a single crank of her hand could produce such magic.

Mama couldn’t make an autonomous decision, so the family stoically endured another shopping trip.

The trees could see what had happened to their leaves.  His rider, however, had simply evaporatd.

He’d smelled so nice, when Mama packed him away. How to tell her old friend that he’d developed a musty odor? Do scarecrows bathe?

Ratty, an expert maze negotiator, quickly sensed something fraudulent. He was unprepared, however, for total pixel disintegration.