Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to Calvin and Hobbes, save Mortimer, Billy, and Miller. Everyone else is owned by Bill Watterson.

It was working. Their great counter attack from the fort had broken through the goons iron ring, forcing them to flee into the woods and fields beyond. Lacking a trumpet to stop their bullying, fueled by anger, and weakened by siege, the children continued their relentless drive in every direction of the compass, and now, they were hopelessly separated with one or two here and six there, wondering aimlessly with no officers or leaders to guide them on what to do next. We join Calvin as he leads his small contingent through the South woods, the very same he went through to get to Moe's house, searching for an elusive goon base where he hoped to clop off the head of the demon that started all of this.

It was cold, breath turned to wisps of steam from their nostrils and open mouths. Clad in coats, boots, mittens, and beanies, brandishing wood stakes for weapons, the group moved ever deeper, following cuts of snow made by retreating goons. Only Calvin seemed steadfast in his goal, everyone else followed for fear and protection, fear of an ambush and protection in numbers. It was far different now outside the fort, now, every clearing seemed to mark the site of a battle, one that was never heard and no body would know. Where was Hobbes? He needed those cunning eyes and sharp ears. He was gone, just like the rest. When Calvin jumped the wall, they became separated, perhaps he went somewhere different.

"All right, take a break here" their leader said. The group immediately slumped down in a tight, circular formation, backs resting against trees. Nothing to eat, only ice scooped up and melted in their mouths to quench a heated thirst. Where were they? Calvin was trying to answer that very question. Lacking a map or a compass, he moved ahead, separating himself from his group to try and get his bearings on some sort of land feature. He knew these woods from his countless adventures with Hobbes. He knew that there were no sizable hills, distinguishable trees, or any other land features, just ordinary trees coated in snow cut by many tracks. Turning in one direction, the boy took it, kept on walking till he found something, further removing himself from the group that immediately began to grow worry about his absence. Soon, calls went out to try and locate him. Dense trees prevented those calls from being heard by Calvin, he kept on walking, eventually coming to a clearing.

"Well, now we're getting somewhere," smiling. This field, though,looked rather familiar, and it should. It was the West field of the woods. Just a hundred yards distant was a road that linked Calvin's neighborhood with Moe's. That means now, he should move in the opposite direction if he still wanted to find this base. Bad news also began to set in for Calvin, it was growing dark. Lacking a proper watch, the sky overcast, he took a guess judging by the last time he saw a clock, around 3 in the afternoon prior to his counter attack.

"It's 7:00," coming up with a hasty conclusion. Now, it was time to go back, rejoin the team, and get them moving.

ROAR!

As he turned back to the woods, the group came running past in a panic. Stakes were being smashed, stabbed, and dropped as they ran, one ran directly in Calvin, knocking both down.

"What's going on?" asked Calvin, struggling to remove himself from the heap.

"They're coming!" said a wild defender, eyes filled with terror.

When will they ever stop running? He thought to himself. From all the battles, these kids were still running away without so much as trying to defend themselves. It was a sad state. Laying at his feet was a discarded pole. The boy took it up and began to search for prey. He found one easily, a monster of a goon, six feet tall with branches, several of them, arrayed on his circular head having already pounced on a member of his party, whom flailed about wildly for help. Calvin charged for it, stake firmly in both hands, with a yell, he drove the pole forward, into the gullet of his prey, pressing it till half of it's four foot reach was firmly implanted into the monster. Instead of dying though, the goon back handed Calvin, knocking him down, then removed the pole and set his eyes on him. It all seemed over, so close and yet so far and he was going to go like this. The goon reached for him, a wide mouth open with icicle teeth showed the fate of this brave leader. Sticks fingers tightly bound around Calvin's limp body, he made no effort to resist.

PSSST!

ROAR URRRR MOAN

In a split second, before his very eyes, the goon was blind sided by an unseen force, which unleashed Calvin from his clutches. Collapsing to the ground ever so slowly, moaning like a dying animal, itslowly began to disolve into a hidious puddle of slush, arms in a V shaped formation, reaching for a vaguely clear sky. Flabbergasted, Calvin scooted back, then upright himself, staring blankly at this body.

"Whooh" came a cry.

Looking up, a joyful Hobbes came crashing over the grass in a truck, coming to rest right at the tree line to a very amazed Calvin and his company whom bravely returned having seen their foe being decimated by their reinforcements. It was something completely beyond belief. This truck was not like those parked in Moe's house. It was indeed a salt truck used to spray roads when it snowed. But, where did it come from? Jumping out from the driver's seat, the tiger bounced along up to his friend as several other garrison members disembarked.

"Where did you find that?" asked Calvin, pointing with a naked hand at this machine.

"Easy" smiling, "We found an abandoned salt truck down the road. Took some old hoses and water pumps and mixed that with the salt. Presto. We have salt sprayers. Those goons easy melted underneath our cold power."

"You mean salt water dissolved them?" Calvin asked in disbelief.

"Apparently so"

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" growing infuriated, "You know how many people we could have saved?"

"Hey, don't blame me. I didn't know salt did that."

Cooling off, the group settled about the truck to rest and recount their adventures together. "Once I jumped the wall," said Hobbes to Calvin, "I kept going, but quickly lost sight of you with all those creatures about. I battled with them in fierce hand to hand combat" glaring his teeth and claws to show the temperate of his fight, "when my stake broke from overuse, I used my claws and behead a few, then I realized, I was all alone, so I tried to find the others. But, those darn things ambushed me, causing me to run down a road, away from the neighborhood, and that's where I found the salt truck. Jumping in, they surrounded me on all sides. For my luck, the keys were still in the ignition, started it up, and plowed through them, laughing all the way. I must have drove for fifteen minutes before I found my first person to pick up. We are spread out all over the area."

"No kidding" said Calvin, rolling his eyes then looked back at his pitiful little band, "Did you see Miller or Susie?"

Very softly, almost to himself, "No. After we started, it was every man for himself"

It was very true. From this distance, no one could see if anyone went back to the fort or not. No more specks dotted the North field, there was no more sounds of fighting. Only barren, mowed up snow fields with dead goons strewn all about. Must have been several hundred this day, but those could easy be replaced.

"What did you do when you got the truck?" Calvin asked.

"Well," clearly gloating, "after battling my way through this ambush, I found a quiet spot to stop and think. Taking after you're idea of freezing them. In some abandoned houses, we found some hoses and several large water containers that were strapped down to the truck, filled with water and mixed them with the salt already onboard. Then we took some bike pumps to create the pressure needed in order to spray them."

"Great" exclaimed Calvin, "Now that we have this tank, we can move and pick up the others, find this base, and end the war!"

"Are you still on that base theory?" asked Hobbes.

"It's not a theory, it's the truth. They are out there!"

As this argument was being played out, further deeper into the woods, the goons were still in retreat. Here and there, children, brandishing stakes, would pop out, impaling their adversaries, crying loudly. It was a confusing, running battle in different fields far away from the fort. Some times the goons would win, sometimes the children. Hog pog groups would form up, only to be splintered just minutes afterwards in counter attacks. What finally got the two to stop bickering were the calls of wounded, for help, and for their mothers.

"We have but two dozen with us. The salt truck is empty anyway in both gas and salt, so it's practically useless."

"Drat" Calvin cursed below his breath. It was their heaviest weapon, but he was adamant in find this base, putting down this insurgency. "We go on," he yelled loudly so others could hear. "Stay close, everyone. Keep your eyes open and try to find others along the way." With that, he turned and took the first step.

"How do we find this base?" asked Hobbes at a whisper, "Easy, my friend, just follow those tracks."

Looking down, there were several deep cuts in an otherwise untouched landscape. Goon tracks.

"How do you know they lead to their base?" asking further.

"These goons are growing human emotion" said Calvin, "Notice how they were stunned when we attacked? Well, if that's the case, what do humans or in this case, children, what do they do when they get scared?"

"Pee their pants?"

"No, you lug nut, they run home."

"Aaahhh"

Two hours past, a group probed their way further east, into an ever entrouching forest. It was quiet. Very few clearings, very few chances for them to get their bearings. Every tree looked the same, the only change was an occasional cut of snow or a small creek that both boys wanted to claim for their own, but now wasn't the time to establish territory for G.R.O.S.S. In one clearing, they found several discarded clothes and small amounts of blood, signs of a battle or ambush, but no bodies or survivors. Drag marks indicted that whomever they were, the bodies were taken now towards the South east, which is where the two led their group which moved in a column formation, one person behind the other in close proximity, not more than arms length away from one another. No combat so far, tension relaxed as stakes began to be carried at shoulder arms or casual like instead of alert.

A break finally came for the band. A low moan emanated through the dense woods, sounded like a goon, a wounded one. But, the density of the woods made it impossible to determine it's location. Keep going. Another moan, this time it sounded closer. A cold chill went up everyone's spine. It sounded authoritative, loud, and strong.

"I'll go up ahead and check it out," volunteered Hobbes, "stay here."

Reluctantly agreeing, Calvin motioned for his group to halt and stay out of sight as the tiger darted through the trees and disappeared. Sighing lowly, there was nothing more Calvin could do but wait for his return. In his mind, so numb by cold, he began to calculate a plan of action if this was indeed the goon base. That darn goon, the very first he created. If it wasn't for that magic, none of this would have happened. But, he had no way in knowing it would be evil. Then again, when did any such creation be made by his hand ever work properly?

Several tense minutes passed until Hobbes returned, and he was full of joy and regret. "I found what may be that base of yours" trembling slightly.

"Great"

"Not great"

"Not great?"

"Yes, the area is crawling with those creatures. There has to be a hundred of them, if not more. Plus, they are making more of them as we speak, but I think I saw their leader."

Saying this brought all eyes, nervous and surprised, onto Hobbes. If he was right, then the whole theory was true. Was it the queen? Their leader? Would killing it be the last of their colony, this insurrection. Hope so.

"Good. Good," said Calvin, rubbing his numb hands together, "Then we move fast, kill it then it will all be over."

"Just how do you suppose we do that?"

No catapults, no heavy weapons this time, it would have to come down to trickery, deception, and sheer courage for the children to hurtle this obstacle. What was the plan? Looking over his small group, Calvin began to devised a simple, yet ingenious plan to throw off the goon and allow the opportunity to strike their jugular. From their vantage point, looking through fallen branches from a small rise, the children could see this base of sorts. A small dome shaped hill, not much in elevation, not much to it, but moving all about was true to Hobbes's foretelling. A hundred wounded and mobile goons, hustling about madly, rebuilding others and building walls for defense. Somewhere in there, among the others, was the leader. It was easy to single it out for it wore a dawned a war bonnet of sticks on it's head, the very same that Hobbes saw in the clearing near Peach Hill.

"This is it, we have to strike before they have those numbers again."

But how? From this vantage point, Calvin could see a cut made by a creek skirting just below the base of the hill, rather out of sight, covered by more fallen branches. If he were to take a good portion of his people there, to start throwing stones or whatever, to take a lot of heat, then another group could slip behind them and possibly take out their leader. Sounded easy. Whom would do it? All eyes fell on Calvin, begging quietly for direction. The temperature was freezing, and steadily declining by the minute, it needed to happen now if at all.

"Let's do it. Who's with me?"

To their surprise, all raised their shaky hands.

"Good, Hobbes, you take most of these people into the creek. When I give you the signal, do whatever is necessary to draw their attention away from us. Once we see you have don so, we will attack, and so will you."

Hobbes took mental note of all this, then worked his way through the throng of children, selecting those he had chosen to go with him. Quietly, the moved out, skirting around the goon camp as quiet as church mice, coming into the dry creek, still in sight of Calvin and his bunch. There was plenty of stone there, enough to hold against their number for some time. Moments passed, everyone held their breath, waiting for a signal to begin their decimating, distracting fire.

Now it was time, Calvin waved his beanie, thus allowing his tiger to stand upright from his entrenchment, bellow the full content of his lungs, and begin heaving stone after stone into a surprised foe. Others joined up, unleashing powerful, destructive volleys at close range, ripping many apart. Slowly, surely, the behemoths began to turn their full force against Hobbes, the suppose leader well behind them, directing their attack with pointed arms and authoritative moans. There was still too many in the camp for Calvin to attack, he had to wait some more for Hobbes was taking more and more away, but already, the numbers were staking up against him. No telling how much longer that tiger and his team could hold out. Rocks were plentiful, but they couldn't hurl enough to take them down. It was back to their first battle. Goons were already dying at their feet. Occassionally, one would jump into the creek, amongst the group, but was quickly eliminated by impaling stakes. Taking care of one was completely irrelevant to a hundred advancing others. Sifting through the snow, Hobbes found another stone, selected a target, and beamed it through the head. Another one down. Another one was brought up, Hobbes took a glance to Calvin's direction. He still hasn't moved yet.. Quietly cursing to himself, he muttered, "Come on, darn you." to have him attack already or they will witness Hobbes be overwhelmed.

Calvin was ready to attack, just waiting for the very last moment before taking firm hold of hiss stake, bounding overbrush and yelled for a charge in a high pitched, nasal voice. Without a moment's hesitation, with laughter and jeers, others began to clammer over, trying to keep apace with Calvin, whom took off, not bothering to look to see if anyone was close. Everyone else that jumped the fall limbs became entangled in them, fought to free themselves, then tried to catch up, by then, Calvin was far ahead, already intermixed with the enemy whom were again taken by surprise. Beating heads in on the run, Calvin had only one goal, to get to that one goon and drive this stake straight through it's head. Through the heart wouldn't do it, the head, have to take the head. Left and right, goons came to try and take him up in their arms, but the boy was too fast, dodging their every attempt with jives and spurts of speed, leaving them to be taken care of by his companions. Finally, he saw it, the war bonnet wearer, just fifteen feet away, unaware of his approach. It must be occupied by the battle with Hobbes to notice. Just a few feet, closer he came, the stake was elevated higher to stab the head. Yelling high, Calvin drove the stake home, right through the right base of the head, then jabbed it clear through till the tip emerged from the opposite crown of the head. Clutching the stake still, Calvin stopped and looked up at this goon, whom did not fall. Instead, to his horror, the goon laughed in a haunting, deep, echoing cackle, then backhanded the boy. What had happened?

"This can't be happening!" exclaiming loudly above the battle around him. Why wasn't it dead? A stake impaled it's head from side to side, yet it still moved, unfazed. In a stunning act, the goon removed Calvin's stake, and broke it above it's had with both hands. "This can't be happening!"

Those witnessing were frozen in their tracks as goons began to surround them. Why wasn't it dead? Did it evolve in some way to a far superior being? Couldn't have. It was just snow and sticks.

"That's all you are!" yelled Calvin, "You're nothing but snow and sticks! I created you, and I can destroy you!" The cat was out of the bag. What did he say? He created that thing? All of this was caused by Calvin? Struggling up to his feet once more, the boy jumped onto the beast, pounding his fists into it's body, trying to disassemble it by hand. By that time, Hobbes found his way out the creek, against superior numbers, using his claws to slash heads off left and right. The more he took off, the more invigorating it felt to him. The end was so close, he could taste the sweetness of victory, if only he could cover the last few yards to get up there to Calvin and help him in his hand to hand combat. Numbers were rapidly being depleted, the goons, whom just a week before, were tyrants, were now just a scattered bunch trying to stay alive. This they failed, in a daring charge, the children finished off the last few in personal hand to hand combat, impaling each one through the head. Breaking away from this violence, Hobbes sought to help Calvin, whom was losing in his battle. The goon ripped the boy off his flesh like a tick and flung him a good distance causing some bruising, but he wasn't prepared for the tiger, whom jumped and lashed onto it's ugly face. Slashing wildly, screaming like a banshee, knocking off pieces of the bonnet along with hunks of flesh, it appeared that he was winning until he to, the tiger, was shrugged off, violently. Grrr. "I have had it with you! Just die!" Calvin screamed, taking up rocks, sticks, anything he could get his hands on and began hurling them at the goon, all the while, gradually closing their distance. The goon turned it's full attention to Calvin, forgetting that there were other humans around it. It was a personal fight until...

"Just die! BAM BAM BAM!"

From all sides, rocks, sticks, snow, logs, an avalanche of debris came crashing down. Fighting them off, the goon tried to make a getaway, but to no avail, there was no where for it to go, not this time Game wa up. A hunk of it's head was gone, both limbs, it's army. Everything, gone. Enough was taken for the goon to finally fall on it's back, moaning as a dying whale, hoping that one of it's kind will hear it. None came. Calvin approached this wounded creature, everyone else stood at a distance, taking it for a trap. A beast is more vicious once it has been wounded. Taking up a fellow's stake, he stood right at it's side, watching his creation slowly slipping away.

Clutching his weapon tightly in both hands, the boy smiled, eyes full of mischief, anger, and satisfaction at his once proud creation. "I got you this time," with a smirk before taking one end of his stake, holding it high above it's head. It tried to move, get away or defend, but Calvin stopped all that with one mighty quickstab that separating it's head. For a moment, there was silence, then a great rush of energy that last but a moment. It came from that goon, clear, like a gust of wind, and when subsided, there was nothing but a heap of snow left in it's wake. Calvin threw down his weapon, sighing lowly as he surveyed the field of battle. Children were the only ones left standing in this one.It was over. At last, it was all over. Yet, no one cheered. Instead, Hobbes looked at all those grizzled faces, bleached by exposure, panting from exhaustion, hungry, thirsty, and youth. No celebration from them.

Not feeling like a conquering hero, Calvin stood beside this heap, looking at his friend, Hobbes just yards away. A smile came to both their faces, "Let's go home."

It was another hour of hard marching before the group emerged from the woods, not at Calvin's home, but at Moe's where everyone, it seems, had returned. Miller, Moe, Susie, Billy, everyone, including some older faces, Mortimer and O' Rourke greeted Calvin's party out on the front yard, where the corpses of many battles had accumulated. Walking casually at first, the boy began to pick up his pace when he saw all of those faces, perhaps his parents were among them. Greeting them first, Miller shouted, "Hurrah for our leader!"

Cheers broke out, Hobbes basked in it's glory as Calvin sought to gather information. Calvin asked, "Where did you find them?" referring to all those new people.

Miller exclaimed, "It was the most amazing thing. A gust of wind hit us just an hour ago, then we found these rag of muffins wondering around in the fields. They have no recollection on how they got there, or what has happened in the past few days."

Amazing.

"We haven't seen a goon as well. Just heaps. Are they all dead?" asked at Miller's right side.

"That's because it's all over," replied Calvin.

"What is?" several asked.

"The war. It's over. We killed the queen."

"The queen?" came several whispers.

"Yes, we killed the queen, then the whole army died as a result. The war is over."

A moments hesitation came before Billy, clutching his tattered colors, asked, "What do we do now?"

"Go home," Calvin smiled.

Rather stern about it caused an unsettling riff to occur to his comrades. Go home? They could go home? To what though? Some houses were obliterated. What about their parents. If Mortimer and his band turned up, then they would as well. Moe had his home, Miller and Billy needed to walk to there's and that was a good distance away, so they better get going before the sun set. The grand garrison, slowly, quietly, began to flake off as it began to sink in that their long ordeal was finally over. One by one, everyone began to leave. Billy began his travel, paused halfway down the sidewalk before returning to ask Calvin if he wanted his colors back.

"No," replied Calvin, "you protected it for this long, keep protecting it a little longer." Smiling wildly, Billy shook the hands of his leader then turned, and walked away.

Susie stuck with Calvin, Hobbes, and Miller as Moe went dormant in his cave as the remaining garrison began to shrink. By the end of the hour, all that was left was Miller. It seemed so, unceremonial. Calvin could picture all of their faces, all their events were a blur, but their faces were etched in his mind. Mortimer said nothing to him before leaving, going back to his pampered life, either did O' Rourke. Seems Moe rather liked getting back his house, shutting them out without another word. Inside came clatter of furniture being moved about. Time to get back to regular life.

It came down to just Miller. "Well, buddy, guess this is it" slow to give it all up.

"Yes, I reckon it is" Miller smiled back.

"It was nice, considering what we went through"

"Yes, perhaps we'll see each other again"

"Yes, perhaps" he said that knowing full well that it was just an attempt to heal an open heart. He wasn't going to see Miller or any of his cronies again. The war was over, everyone was going their own way, back home to continue their lives, it was all uncertain. A lot of rebuilding was forth coming, lives needed to be remade.

"Well, we best be going" offering his extended hand which Calvin grasped tightly.

"I'll see you around. Take it easy"

"You too" rather reluctant to answer. With that, Miller turned and began to walk. Fellows behind and flanking all followed, beginning the long walk home. Moe and Susie watched this bunch disband, it was a sad moment indeed. Their great army that thwarted one over a hundred times it's size was now down to only a dozen.

"It's time to go home" announced Susie with tears in her eyes.

"Yes," Calvin replied quietly.

Turning the road onto their neighborhood, they found the remains of battle. Wreckage was strewn here and there, homes were in dilapidated conditions, articles of clothing littered where people once were from the very beginning. Despite being home, no one felt elated. Each home was touched in some way. One by one, the last of the army began to break off. Some said good byes, others removed themselves quietly, approaching their homes. Calvin had only one goal on his mind, to get to his home with Hobbes. One by one, dwindling all the way down, finally it came down to just three. Susie's house came up. Remnants of those ice walls were still there. Bitter memories.

"This is my stop" said Susie. Calvin and Hobbes stopped to watch her. Neither one wanted to stay outside another minute, but Susie had something to say to them.

"I...I...just wanted to say thank you for all you have done," almost breaking down to tears.

"Not a problem" Calvin muttered, shrugging off this act of kindness.

"What will happen to us now?" she asked them.

"Not sure" Hobbes said, "But we need to start some where."

Quietly nodding her head, Susie looked at her house, and quietly, slowly, approached it. Front door hung by a hinge, snow covered the welcome rug, and branches reached out from the snow around her like zombies coming out from a horror movie. Both boys watched her as she stepped in, sighed, and disappeared.

"Well, ol' buddy, now it's just us" Calvin sighed.

"Yes"

Both remembered all their friends, buddies, comrades. Some were lost, others were maimed, but most pulled through.

Resuming their walk, Calvin asked Hobbes, "Ever thought about what would happen if we decided to just leave the neighborhood?"

"Yes, I have. But, then the goons would have spread, possibly taking over the whole county. You should feel fortunate though, if it wasn't for your brazen attack and defense, we would all be placed in those prison pens, or worse."

"If it wasn't for your catapults and weapons, we would have been killed several times." Both boys smiled at each other, it took both of their efforts in mind and wits in order to quell this insurrection.

As they finally came up to his house, Calvin took a look at it. Not much damage compared to others. Doors were open and window panes smashed.

"So good to be home" both sighed. Stepping in, their feet sloshed through chunks of ice and puddles of water. Carpets were drenched in dead goons, sticks were everywhere, a sign of a fierce struggle that they have endured and that most would not understand. A great clean was needed. Even though the house was full, it seemed empty. Where wer his parents? Mom and Dad. Where they taken during the war? Hopefully not. Calvin didn't want to go to an orphanage. Hobbes began to quietly remove nails and boards from these old barricades as Calvin rearranged furniture to the way it was. Before, both thought that with the ending of this war, there would be much celebration. Parades with banners, parties, and women. Not this one. Most would not know of this war that turned out on their very door steps. It wasn't against any human foe, but snow men, of all things, what children build with corn cob pipes and slouch hats. Few hours past, the door was fixed and the windows were covered to prevent a cold breeze from entering. Resting in the chair, Calvin tried to relax and watch t.v as Hobbes, finding his journal upstairs came down to take missing notes on previous events. Working together, they began to draw up their life story, what went through their minds as they were faced against goons when there came a squeal of tires coming up the drive way. Who could it be?

Walking up to the window, Calvin became amazed. "Mom! Dad!" and raced for the door. Opening the door with such jubilation, the boy stunned his parents, allowing him to jump into their arms in welcoming them back.

"Hi?" said his mom, disturbed, "You're acting like you haven't seen us for a year."

"Close. It's been over a week"

"I know, you should have seen what happened in the city. A freak snow storm shut down all the highways getting out of the city, and it knocked out all of the telephone lines, we couldn't contact you, nor anyone else in the neighborhood. But we knew you could handle yourself for this time."

"Yes," said dad, "you really proved yourself by taking care of the place all by yourself. What did you do?"

"Oh nothing" speaking coyly, being set back down on the floor, "Just hung out here, watched t.v. Nothing important."

"Good. Well, Uncle Max had to go home, but he says hi. Now, help us unload the car. We went shopping to refill the refrigerator."

Loathing such an experience, Calvin did as he was told, for once, taking in bags of eggplants and peas as his parents went in. Setting down the groceries in a tidied up kitchen, Calvin observed his passive parents, whom never noticed what had happened in their home in their absence. Perhaps it was for the best. Returning to the television, Calvin slumped in his chair, Hobbes nearby still jotting down in the note book. It was the first peace they had in over a week.

"So good to be home" he thought.

Dad cried out, "Hey, who tracked in ice and snow into the house? And who busted the window?"

"Grrrrrrrrr, darn goons"

The End