12-18-2018, 08:53 PM
Back on 42nd street, snow falling angelically from the heavens above wasn’t uncommon to spot in the wintertimes, though it was rare to see it stick to the ground as the pollution-infused aridity drastically shortened the powder’s life expectancy. In the past, he had viewed pictures snow-coated valleys and completely solid lakes on postcards and in the pages of books, always with a soft awe, as if the chance to ever actually catch glimpse of them was fictional. Instead, the idea of holiday weather for Leroy touched on dirty slush, the scent of seasonal dishes originating from nearby restaurants, and temperatures that ranged from absolutely lukewarm to mildly arctic. Never had he ever celebrated Yuletide - not that he was a grinch of sorts, it’s just that he never quite found the time. Back then, all the hours on his daily schedule were booked; maybe at three, he’d gamble for an hour, and then at four-thirty, Leroy opted to shake some for fellow down to make up for the money he had lost. When his scandalous lifestyle wasn’t taking up all his time, the mutt followed a passion in which he still practically treats like a religion to this day - sleeping. Once he woke, it went back to step A of acting vulgarly and ignoring the later consequences. See, celebrating some cashgrab of a holiday just didn’t fit into the canine’s routine.
Today, his virginity to all things wintry was lost. At first, Leroy began to panic, as his blurry vision could only perceive the blinding colour white; it’s safe to say that he thought that he suffered yet another stroke.
However, this proved to be stupidity on his part. As the wolfhound traversed further, he observed the figure of the new guardsman, Jim, rolling around a snowball like some toddler. Then it hit him. This was one of Morgan’s ploys. The Samoyed could control water and stuff right? And what was snow but fluffy ice?
"This’s weird," Leroy mustered towards his commander-in-chief, ”never seen so much of it... kinda gives me a headache.”
Everything gave him a headache nowadays, even powdery artificial aqua summoned by a poofy pooch.
Today, his virginity to all things wintry was lost. At first, Leroy began to panic, as his blurry vision could only perceive the blinding colour white; it’s safe to say that he thought that he suffered yet another stroke.
However, this proved to be stupidity on his part. As the wolfhound traversed further, he observed the figure of the new guardsman, Jim, rolling around a snowball like some toddler. Then it hit him. This was one of Morgan’s ploys. The Samoyed could control water and stuff right? And what was snow but fluffy ice?
"This’s weird," Leroy mustered towards his commander-in-chief, ”never seen so much of it... kinda gives me a headache.”
Everything gave him a headache nowadays, even powdery artificial aqua summoned by a poofy pooch.