Reindeer Are Better Than People

Oscar hates the cold. And snow. And snowstorms. And… Oscar hates a lot of things but his first and deepest hate is the cold. The small ass grumbles to himself as he slowly makes his way across the freezing landscape. His fuzzy coat, full of curls, has come in but it does little to help against the bitter bite of a blizzard. Long ears are flat against his skull as the donkey stubbornly push onward. Nugget, his rooster buddy, has abandoned his normal perch on Oscar’s rump and is, instead, chosen to fluff out between the donkey’s shoulder blades. Small hooves punch holes in the growing snow drifts as he tries his find his way back to the rest of the herd. Nugget yells out in frustration, “You ass! You got us caught in another storm! And for what?”

A snort is the only answer he gives the frozen chicken Nugget and even that just turns into a cloud of steam when it hits the open air. Truthfully, and if asked about it Oscar will deny it to his dying day, the donkey is beginning to think that he may have bitten off a little more than he can chew. But, he had been hungry and the sweetest patch of grass was near the water. Sure, he watched the storm clouds that had been rolling in but he was certain he would get there and be back in plenty of time. Oh, how wrong he was. Wind whips the frozen flakes of ice into his eyes and the small ass has to squint in order to make anything out.

Finally, the fear is too much and Oscar lets out a bray in hopes of getting an answer to follow home. The storm distorts sound and he thinks he hears one of the herd answering. Turning in the direction the call came from (or where he thinks it came from) the ass stubbornly plows on. The blizzard intensifies and each breath the donkey takes begins to feel like he is inhaling small shards of ice into his lungs. He brays out again, hoping for another call to follow as he continues on. The wind shifts, the swirling snow calms for a moment and, a few feet in front of Oscar, is huge polar bear. Oh shit! The white pelted bear sees the shocked ass and charges. This time he brays out in fear as the wind kicks up and obscures his vision.

Small hooves carry the donkey backward as he scans for signs of the bear in the flurry of white. Heart thuds painfully against his ribs as his eyes widen in an attempt to allow him a wider field of vision. The wind howls (or is it the bear?) and black claws suddenly strike toward his face. Braying in alarm, Oscar gives the paw a solid bite with his flat teeth before turning tail to run. This isn’t good!


WC: 489
Total WC: 489/1500

"Oscar Monaghan" | "Nugget"