Another little C&H ficcie. I just thought of this one day. Imagine! A thought! I cherish the "thought"…hey, there's another one! I'm good at this. Read, pweeze? Wid a cherwy on towp? Fine, be that way. Jerks…
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CALVIN AND HOBBES. I HAVE NO FREE WILL OF MY OWN. I LIVE TO SERVE. PILLS! PILLS! PILLS! TURN ME OFF, TURN ME OFF!
The wind skirted along the sides of Calvin's earmuffs, making a high whirling shriek that screamed in his ear. He yelped in pain and collapsed to the ground, but his cries were lost in the wind. The wind kicked up and the increasing cold bit at Calvin's face. Icy cold tears streamed down his face, but began to crystallize halfway across his cheek. He yelped again and slipped down backwards and unwittingly onto his sled.
The snow had been puffy, thanks to the extreme cold, and would have ridden well if not for the maelstrom of wind. This thought crossed Calvin's mind as the sled jolted and began its sudden trek down the hill, with Calvin on his back, backwards, and cowering for warmth.
Calvin turned his head slightly, taking in another gust of wind to his face, and realized he was starting to slide down the hill. This would be a very painful ride, for the face they had just traveled up was not made for sledding, seeing as it was covered with trees, bushes, and a small river at the bottom. This had just been the quickest way home, they decided. Unfortunately.
Calvin covered his face quickly, not wanting to see his imminent doom as the sled began to speed up, just above a trudge, but began quickly. As the sled began to speed up, almost to entry speed, a fury hand shot out and grabbed the sled, bringing it to a dead stop.
Calvin looked up to find his friendly, neighborhood Hobbes grasping the sled's bottom, assuring Calvin's security. Snow was blowing harshly across the tiger's face, turning it from yellow ochre to an eerie white, and through this and the knife-like wind, he was still able to smile.
"You okay, Calvin?" He nodded and slumped off of the sled. "Yeah, just, uh, testing it."
Hobbes smiled through the lie. "Uh huh! Well, we should probably get inside. We've only been out here five minutes and I feel ready to collapse and die. Shall we go in?"
"Yeah." said Calvin, distantly. He was staring down the hill he almost had plummeted down. The trees were large with trunks of thick, and many bushes that had let their leaves die, but their little spines still stuck out, willing to lodge themselves into somebody's eye, and a half-frozen river at the bottom just looked all too inviting for some pneumonia.
Calvin twisted up and abruptly hugged Hobbes. He was caught off guard, but returned the favor. As the wind picked up and swirled and skirted about, an onlooker would have said it sounded almost like ominous, soap-opera music just as Calvin opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't ever leave, Hobbes. I don't know what I'd do without you."
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At the moment, also in the swirling maelstrom of wind and white powdery fluffiness strolled the mother of Calvin. She had clutched in her hands two beige-brown paper bags from Meijer. She juggled them in her hands as she fumbled for her keys, and puffed a breath of warmth and relief as she was able to set them down on the table.
She looked out the back bay windows to see Calvin and his stuffed tiger starting to trudge their way up the hill, looking miserable. She smiled gingerly, and she would make him some hot chocolate to go along with his new surprise she had gotten him. She started to heat the water, and then grabbed the hot chocolate syrup and the marshmallows.
Calvin was trudging up through the backyard with the sled. She would have to go fast to get it ready. She reached into one of the paper bags and pulled out his new surprise and set it down next to the mug with the hot cocoa syrup in it, and then placed the hot water next to it.
Calvin walked through the back door and looked into the dining room to find his surprise. The hot chocolate was something welcomed and familiar, but next to it was something new and totally unexpected.
There, next to the hot chocolate, stood a new stuffed tiger.
(a/n, "stuffed tiger" from the mother's point of view, not Calvin's.)
