12-16-2018, 03:44 AM
Morgan lied exhausted on the warm ground, panting away in an attempt at relaxation. It had taken him roughly a week to set everything up, but it was finally finished: the entire town square, along with its vicinity, was covered by a thick blanket of white, fluffy, clean snow. The samoyed was working all week of purifying enough water to do it, as well as to prepare the snow to match the consistency of that which he found long before in Snowbound. It all seemed to pay off, however, as the tired dog watched snowflakes rain from the sky. Artificial clouds hung above the square, and little flakes fell in short bursts every minute or two.
In the center of the square was an ice sculpture resembling Morgan himself, accompanied by what appeared to be Vigenere. Right in front of the sculpture was a plate of s'mores, all pre-made and cold but still full of flavor. A few feet away from them were a pair of bowls; one had cold, half-frozen water, while the other was full of some that was warm and steamy. Finally, a huge old metal pot sat on the opposite end of the sculpture. It was filled to the brim with a hot alligator-and-vegetable soup, which the dog had prepared to the best of his ability according to a chicken soup recipe from an old cookbook.
The General did not feel the need to call out or bark for anyone to arrive. The pure white display was so bright that any Tangler nearby would be able to see it in all its glory. Instead of saying a word, Morgan rolled onto his side and stretched his legs out to attempt to make a snow angel. His efforts resulted in a strange-looking oval instead, but he didn't care. He had finally brought winter to Tanglewood, and it felt great. The mixture of warm and cold was so very unique that Morgan wished he had the energy to make it happen every day.
In the center of the square was an ice sculpture resembling Morgan himself, accompanied by what appeared to be Vigenere. Right in front of the sculpture was a plate of s'mores, all pre-made and cold but still full of flavor. A few feet away from them were a pair of bowls; one had cold, half-frozen water, while the other was full of some that was warm and steamy. Finally, a huge old metal pot sat on the opposite end of the sculpture. It was filled to the brim with a hot alligator-and-vegetable soup, which the dog had prepared to the best of his ability according to a chicken soup recipe from an old cookbook.
The General did not feel the need to call out or bark for anyone to arrive. The pure white display was so bright that any Tangler nearby would be able to see it in all its glory. Instead of saying a word, Morgan rolled onto his side and stretched his legs out to attempt to make a snow angel. His efforts resulted in a strange-looking oval instead, but he didn't care. He had finally brought winter to Tanglewood, and it felt great. The mixture of warm and cold was so very unique that Morgan wished he had the energy to make it happen every day.