Leftover Alphabet Soup

by Akira43

A series of oneshots written by me Akira43 , Ninja C, and Tassel 630. No chapter connections, no pairings--merely attempts to amuse and entertain ourselves both ourselves and our readers. Continuation of A Collab of Alphabetical Proportions

20. Snowstorm

Leftover Alphabet Soup

A/N: Akira here. And I'm too tired to say anything, really, so let's just move right on to the story.

Disclaimer: If I owned MaxRide, I wouldn't have to worry about possibly finding a job while doing NaNo.

S is for: Snowstorm
By Akira43

Stuck in the middle of who-knows-where on the only continent where there's absolutely nothing.

In the middle of a snowstorm.

Freezing our behinds off.

Not the best situation to be in.

"Max, can you maybe tell us a story?" Angel asked sweetly.

"Um, yeah, I guess," I consented. "Let me think for a moment first."

"I've got one, Angel," Iggy piped up. "Wanna hear it?"

"Sure, Iggy, I'd love to."

"Okay then. Here it goes:

"Once upon a time there was a penguin named Slippy. Slippy was a very adventurous penguin, and always loved to go exploring.

"'Don't forget to come home if it looks like it's going to snow, Slippy,' his mother always told him.

"But Slippy was having so much fun building snowforts and making snowpenguins that he didn't notice that the snow clouds had come.

"Soon, he was lost in a world of swirling white. Slippy was very afraid. Then he remembered that he could protect himself from the wind in his snowfort.

"Slippy stayed in his snowfort for days and days, waiting for the snowstorm to be over, or for someone to come and find him. But no one ever came.

"Years later, two young penguins were outside digging for treasure. One of their shovels hit something hard. 'Hey! I think I just found a treasure chest!' one of the young penguins cried.

"But when they uncovered the object, it wasn't a treasure chest. It was Slippy, dead, yet still perfectly perserved by the cold.

"Neither of the two young penguins built a fort ever again."

The wind howled from outside our little den, unescessarily adding an eerie effect to the story.

"Iggy?"

"Yes, Max?"

"I forbid you to tell any more stories. Ever."

A/N: Ta-da! I have no idea where that story came from, but there you have it.

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