Snowman
"Come on, Ranma! Let's build a snowman." Akane Tendo tugged impatiently at her fiancé's arm. "I'm comin', I'm coming." The pigtailed martial artist, Ranma Saotome, was bundled up beyond recognition. He could barely be recognized under all the clothes. Three pairs of pants, four shirts, a hat, a scarf, and boots and an overcoat (borrowed from Mr. Tendo) reduced Ranma's usual breakneck bounce to a cumbersome waddle. "What the heck do you need all those clothes for anyway? It's not *that* cold!" "I don't wanna get wet." "I wouldn't worry," Nabiki observed dryly on her way to the kitchen. Sighing, Ranma allowed himself to be towed out into the walled garden. Being careful to avoid the spot where he knew the Koi pond to be, he followed Akane across the yard to the spot she had declared perfect for a snowman. The couple gathered huge armfuls of snow into a large mound, which they then shaped into a huge ball. Ranma rolled another, slightly smaller ball around the yard, gathering snow until it was the right size, the carefully settled it atop the first. Akane painstakingly formed the head, and stood to balance it on the body, anchoring it with more snow so it wouldn't roll off. Ranma went in to get a carrot from Kasumi, while Akane collected buttons for eyes and a smile. When it was done, they stood back to admire their work. The day was fading, and in the dusklight the young couple stood, mittened hands clasped, and gazed at their masterpiece. "You know," Akane said at last, "This is the first time we've done something together without one of your fiancées interrupting us." "Yeah." He nodded. She smiled. They leaned towards one another. They entered the house at dinnertime, rosy cheeked and with smiles on their faces.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, "Are ya married?" We'll say, "No, man, But you can do the job when you're in town."
~Finis~
"Come on, Ranma! Let's build a snowman." Akane Tendo tugged impatiently at her fiancé's arm. "I'm comin', I'm coming." The pigtailed martial artist, Ranma Saotome, was bundled up beyond recognition. He could barely be recognized under all the clothes. Three pairs of pants, four shirts, a hat, a scarf, and boots and an overcoat (borrowed from Mr. Tendo) reduced Ranma's usual breakneck bounce to a cumbersome waddle. "What the heck do you need all those clothes for anyway? It's not *that* cold!" "I don't wanna get wet." "I wouldn't worry," Nabiki observed dryly on her way to the kitchen. Sighing, Ranma allowed himself to be towed out into the walled garden. Being careful to avoid the spot where he knew the Koi pond to be, he followed Akane across the yard to the spot she had declared perfect for a snowman. The couple gathered huge armfuls of snow into a large mound, which they then shaped into a huge ball. Ranma rolled another, slightly smaller ball around the yard, gathering snow until it was the right size, the carefully settled it atop the first. Akane painstakingly formed the head, and stood to balance it on the body, anchoring it with more snow so it wouldn't roll off. Ranma went in to get a carrot from Kasumi, while Akane collected buttons for eyes and a smile. When it was done, they stood back to admire their work. The day was fading, and in the dusklight the young couple stood, mittened hands clasped, and gazed at their masterpiece. "You know," Akane said at last, "This is the first time we've done something together without one of your fiancées interrupting us." "Yeah." He nodded. She smiled. They leaned towards one another. They entered the house at dinnertime, rosy cheeked and with smiles on their faces.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, "Are ya married?" We'll say, "No, man, But you can do the job when you're in town."
~Finis~