This is an 8 part Qanteen Qanticle.
Hat tip and a sQueeze of the bagpipe goes to WildHighlandr57, who located an important news link from out of over 2000 posts! ThankQ!
The 8 series parts will all be posted as replies to Thread Post 8 (the jumping dinosaur post).
Merry Christmas to All!
A Qhristmas Eve Eve Tale
*texokie was, as usual, under the Steinweigh. She has been hard at work. The Qanteen was completely devoid of living souls, except for her - even the Qanteen Qatz and Dawgs had taken the night off. It was so quiet she could hear the faint ticking of the Qlock on the mantlepiece, which is the only thing quiet about that Qlock.*
*She sits up and stretches. What a job! She almost has all the walking sticks wrapped. There are only 188 to go. It really will take her at least the time she has until Qhristmas morning to get them wrapped, and today is the 23rd. She’s really relieved to have been able to get them all carved, much less wrapped! Maybe she can fudge and just tie ribbons on them…. no. It would be better to wrap. The last couple of sessions of the Spit N Whittle Qlub with research and analysis on the Arlington Cemetery Mysteries and the Flynn Sentencing Postponement situations as well as the new Q drops and tv news items had afforded her much needed conversation time to get all the carving completed.*
*The area under the Steinweigh looks like a magpie’s midden. There are papers and paper bits littered everywhere. The glue bottle is on its side, with only the least amount of glue dripping onto (thankfully) a scrap piece of paper instead of texokie’s favorite under-the-Steinweigh pillow. There are bottles of glitter and spangles and seQuins scattered about with only the least amount of spillage from them. There is a small pile of big round Qhristmas balls. There are string, scotch tape, different sized scissors, and rolls of wrapping paper still on their cardboard tubes. There are sheets of printing paper with little squares cut out of their centers. There is a tub sitting there waiting to receive all of this for storage once the job is complete. Texokie surveys all this tiredly, and decides to take a break.*
*Climbing out from under the black sleek shiny Steinweigh, she unfolds to her full compact height. She knows that people sometimes think she’s short, but they just don’t grasp the true reality. She’s actually a very TALL person trapped in a short person’s body. After hearing the satisfying crunches of her body readjusting to a fully upright position, she puts the scissors on the piano bench and pads into the Qitchen for a fresh cup of Qovfefe. While she’s there, she also manages to find a stray pastry or two.*
She puts the plate into the sink and pours another cup of Qovfefe - heavy on the cream this time. It isn’t quite as fresh as she likes, but it is still drinkable. She pads back into the Qommon Room where the Steinweigh and the Qanteen Qhristmas tree are. That tree is really beautiful! The Qanteen members have outdone themselves decorating it with strings of lights, popcorn, cranberries, and various sizes and shapes of ornaments. There is a beautiful Angel on top. Texokie’s contribution were big shiny Qhristmas balls with favorite Q memes she had cut out and glued onto the balls, along with glitter, seQuins and spangles. She had thought the tree might need some more, but no, the effect right now is just perfect! She determines that part of her break will be to gather up and put away the extra Qhristmas balls and the glue and glitter, seQuins, and spangles and put then all into the tub. What’s REALLY important is getting all those walking sticks wrapped…..*
*Just then, she becomes aware of a strange penetrating hum. It is different from the noise the Qlock makes when it is getting ready to chime. She wrinkles her nose. A not quite unpleasant smell of ozone floods the room. And right there, coming from in front of the tree, is a blinding light. Texokie flinches and closes her eyes. When she opens them again the light has gone away. There is a tall man standing in front of the Qhristmas tree! She grabs the scissors from the piano bench and prepares to defend herself and the Qanteen as well as she possibly can!*
*Texokie and the man regard each other, each with a very startled expression on their faces. They simultaneously cry out:*
WHO ARE YOU???!!!
END PART ONE
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