chapter 3 Ghost of Christmas Present
Scrooge woke up to jolly sounding laugh. He walked into the other room and saw a large mech who was red and wore a big red robe and holly crown on his head. "Come in and know me better man." he said.
"Who are you?" Scrooge asked.
"I am the ghost of Christmas Present." the spirit said. "Come let's go we have much to see." he said.
Once outside Scrooge saw a flurry of activity. Children were playing. "This Christmas day." The spirit said. "Follow me there is something you must see." he said.
They were in a house. "Nice place." Crumplezone said.
"Yes it is." Snow cat said.
"This is the home of your nephew." the spirit said.
"Wow," Scrooge said.
"Let's play a game everyone. I am thinking of something." Fracture said.
"Animal?" someone asked.
"Yes." Fracture said.
"A cat?" someone asked.
"No," Fracture said.
"A horse?" someone else asked.
"No," Fracture said.
"Is this an unwanted animal?" Smackdown asked.
"Yes," Fracture said.
"A rat?" one asked.
"No," Fracture said.
"A snake?" someone asked.
"Close but no," Fracture said.
"I know your Uncle Scrooge." Smackdown said.
"Yes," Fracture said.
Everybody laughed. "To my Uncle Scrooge." Fracture said toasting him.
Scrooge was shocked. Then held his head. "What's wrong?" The spirit asked.
"There was a boy caroling last night I wish I gave him something." Scrooge said.
"The past is the past." The spirit said.
They found themselves in the street. "This is the home of your employee Drift Crachit." the spirit said.
In the window they saw Mrs. Crachit and the children. "Brash keep turning the spit okay?" Mrs. Crachit said.
"Yes mother." Brash said.
"Mom, when can we eat?" Jetstream asked.
"We'll eat as soon as your father and Tiny Jetstorm get home." Mrs. Crachit said.
"Mommy play?" Quickflight asked.
"Not now Qucikflight." Mrs. Crachit said.
Drift came up to the house with Tiny Jetstorm on his shoulder. "Okay son let's go inside." Drift said.
Jetstorm was walking with crutch his leg was in bad shape he obviously needed surgery.
"Tech goose yum!" Jetstorm said and started coughing.
"Calm down sweetie go sit down." Mrs. Crachit said. "How was he in church?" she asked.
"As good as gold and better he hoped when people saw him it would remind them who came and made the lame walk and the blind see." Drift said.
They all sat down to dinner. "To the founder of the feast Mr. Scrooge." Drift said.
"Founder of the feast in deed. If he were here I would give him a piece of my mind to feast upon and he would choke!" She said.
"Sweetie it's Christmas." Drift said.
"Oh alright." she said.
Jetstorm held up his glass and said: "God bless us everyone." Jetstorm was very happy but then started cough once again and his cough got louder and louder.
"Tell me spirit tell me if Tiny Jetstorm will live?" Scrooge said.
"That is the future but I see a empty chair by the fire place and a crutch without an owner if these shadows remain unchanged I'm afraid the child will die. If he's going to die he better do it and decrease the surplus population!" The spirit said.
Scrooge was shocked he would say such a thing.
"It's time I left you with the spirit of Christmas yet to come." the spirit said.
"But I learned so much from you." Scrooge said.
"You will learn from him too, so get to know him better man." the spirit said.
To be continued.