"Emmett, don't do it!" Rosalie said.
"Remember last year? And the year before that?" Alice reprimanded.
"Exactly! It's tradition!"
"This isn't going to end well. I don't even have to look into the future to see that."
"I'll be fine!"
"Alright. But don't say we didn't warn you."
At that final comment from Edward, Emmett leaned forward and stuck his tongue to an icy cold lamppost pole.
He grinned and then pulled back. His tongue stayed stuck to the pole. The grin vanished.
"Uh. Can suhmone bring me suhme warm watuh?" Emmett called.
But everyone was already walking away, shaking their heads.
"Guys! Help! I'm stuck!"
He turned his head but no one was in sight.
He sighed and pulled his head back as hard as he could.
He arrived home half an hour later. Edward answered the door, grinning.
Emmett's tongue was still connected to the pole as he dragged it along side of him.
"Just like last year, eh, brother?"
Emmett nodded weakly.