The Purple Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Hatter and Tegan went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Hatter hit Tegan in her lips with a big beautiful iceball. It hurt a lot, but Hatter kissed it skillfully and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really promising snow man!" Hatter said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Tegan said. "That would be more wonderful and politically correct."

"I know," Hatter said. "We can make a snow squirrel. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up magically and made a curly snow squirrel. Hatter put on a kitten for the face. The squirrel was almost as big as Tegan.

"It looks romantic," Hatter said happily. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Tegan said and held up a sweet notebook. "I found this on a lake." She put the notebook onto the squirrel's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the squirrel, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a dream that never ends and leaves you with an amazingly happy feeling inside.

Tegan screamed sexily and ran but the snow squirrel chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow squirrel felt her slowly.

"Nobody does that to my little Yellow Hat," Hatter screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow squirrel through the body. It fell down and Hatter kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Tegan said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The notebook lay in the yard until an innocent child picked it up and took it home.

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I like the first paragraph-ish bit...then it gets kinda weird. ;-; I don't really like being felt by snow squirrels.

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The Miracle Of The Squirrel

Tegan hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a dream that never ends and leaves you with an amazingly happy feeling inside. She loathed it.

Every December, Tegan would feel herself getting all promising inside. She refused to put up a Christmas notebook, she snapped at anyone purple enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Tegan had to go to the mall to buy a curly tear. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing skillfully around and so much Christmas music blaring slowly, she thought her face would explode.

Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a romantic man collecting for charity. Tegan never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the romantic man dropped his bells and ran on a lake. There was a wonderful squirrel right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the romantic man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Tegan rushed out and sexily pushed them both out of the way. There was a innocent bang and then everything went dark.

When Tegan woke up, she was in a sweet room. There was a Christmas notebook in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Tegan's body hurt. A lot.

The romantic man came into the room. "I'm so beautiful!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Hatter. You saved me from the truck. But your body is broken."

Tegan hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas notebook up and her body was broken, she felt quite graceful, especially when she looked at Hatter.

"Your body must hurt magically," Hatter said. "I think this will help." And he felt Tegan several times.

Now Tegan felt very graceful indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Hatter. "I love you," she said, and kissed Hatter happily.

"I love you too," said Hatter. Just then, the squirrel ran into the room and nuzzled Tegan's lips. "I brought him home with us," Hatter said.

"We'll call him Miracle," Tegan said. "Our Christmas Miracle."

It was the best Christmas ever.

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How kinky.