By Rose
The photographer finally saw a light ahead, “the lamp! How fortunate!” he mused, then continued to walk towards it. In a few minutes, he had reached the cabin, dragging the sled along. He pushed the door open, and the door, suddenly something caught his eye, something golden brown with black spots, a cheetah! And it was curled up by his fireplace, doing what? It was looking most unnatural, flicking with its paw and looking at the thing he was flicking. There was no way to enter the cabin without getting noticed and even if he did, the photographer doubted he could do anything helpful. He snapped a picture and then ducked out of sight as the cheetah looked around, then satisfied, went back to looking at whatever it was looking at.
“Great, there’s a cheetah in the cabin and a snowstorm outside the cabin, what should I do?” The photographer wondered how he had gotten himself in such a scrape, when he remembered his extra disaster shelter, so he headed in that direction, unwilling to risk a cheetah, although he wasn’t sure the snowstorm was more dangerous, or was it? He puzzled this over and he unlocked and opened a small round wooden door, and climbed in. Inside, he carefully removed all of his winter clothes and hung them up in the closet, then went to the study and looked at the picture of the cheetah in the cabin. Wait! He saw something sticking out that did not look like a cheetah, it was a corner of Great Expectations! He had read the book enough to tell it apart from the rest of the books. But what was it doing here? It was supposed to be in his room, on his bed where he left it with the other books! Could the cheetah read? Or was it just a coincidence. Probably just a coincidence, the photographer assured himself, but he was rattled.
“Reading cheetahs, what’s next? Flying pigs? Then? Purple cows that make chocolate milk? Octopus astronauts?” He was hoping that was not going to happen although, unbeknownst to him, some pigs were attending flying school right now, some cows were turning purple, and an octopus had just launched himself into orbit.
I ❤ how funny THE 🐆’s 🏚 is!!!!!!!!!