The Adventure Begins,
and it is to be a very snowy short one indeed.
So put your woolly cloves & hat on,it`s going to be coooooold!
The light is fast fading upon the freeze of this rather blue ice-cold day ,and tracks are noticed chilled solid into what was once the shinny smooth snow.
" They appear to run down hill." Mentioned the little button.
"They sure do." Agreed another.
"What crazy fool, would care to slide out such spiffy sparkling things?"
"I think I know."
" Yes me too."
" I believe it to be...... " Shooosh! Let the letters spell it out for everyone."
"That whiped the grin off his face." "Eh!"
Ketts Hill,the highest heights in these parts is fresh layered in an eiderdown of gleaming white. From these heights it is possible to look down upon the medieval City of Norwich.
"There he is. We guessed right. It`s FRED!" They all shouted out in excitement!"
"Eh! Whats going on?"____ Well almost everyone that is.
" Crazy dare devil."
Yes Fred,has decided to try skiing and without knowing how to do such a thing.
However he thought `How diffircult could it be to do such a wonderful thing? '
I guess many have also thought such a thing too?
As for Fred he wants to experience the thrill of it all,well as best as he can. Those who know of Fred on the Forum,know that in light of past history; his history that is. That he is bound to come unstuck and big time too.
" Don`t worry BB,has glue a plenty to put even Humpty Dumpty back together again."
Fred,was certainly moving. He zoomed past every shadow as it was falling and headed for the thrill of facing the downward sloop of Ketts Hill. His fresh laser cut ski`s seemed to be working remarkably well.
Then he disappeared over the top of the heights.
From now on it was all down hill without brakes of any kind for the little fellow.
"Yiiiiiiiiippy! "
There was something smoooooth sounding about those ski`s,but Fred`s Yell, resounded in everyones ears. Then after a few long seconds of silence this occurred. The strangest noise like an artillery shell.
He was flying through the air after skipping over a bump at 186 miles an hr,
Whoosh! He was airborne.
As with the natural laws governing such speed he continued on upwards.
But very soon gravity dictated he come hurtling down, until the most awesom mound of snow appeared to welcome him with the steady hands of a good friend.
Yes Fred,had finished the last 3000 feet airborne,and his eye could only see white.
It was a good catch indeed, because just beyond that huge pile of fresh soft snow Fred was now busy getting out of,was the fast racing River Wensum at its deepest point.
" My word Fred was lucky." The little button said."
The intrepid Pepper Pot Alien,was soon geared up again and headed for home two miles away from Norwich.
From the top of the hill they waved him Bravo & Bye Fred, Bye!
As the evenings fleeting shadows pull in, we leave the Unit F.R.E.D,known simply as Fred,upon his way home to Fiddle Wood,and the safety of home.
It also means this snow filled Page in Time & Space, Draws to its Close.
Enjoy your holiday my friends and stay safe. C U Later BB