12 Days of Christmas - Day 1
400 words
Theme: A Christmas Story
Elements:
A Double Dog Dare
A Red Rider BB Gun
Turkey Eating Dogs
Day 1
Crawling on my belly I slowly crest the hill with my cowboy
hat shielding my eyes. I glance to both sides, the rest of my posse waits for
my signal. These cattle rustlers have
made their last mistake. Aiming carefully, I take the honor of vanguarding the
salvo that soon follows. It’s over in seconds. The fiends lay motionless in the
dirt.
Johnny stands up and waves his rifle in the air. “We got
those A-holes!”
Billy looks at him horrified. “Aaawww! You said a bad word!”
Johnny runs across the playground and begins claiming his
kills. Tin cans, paper plates, and magazine clippings lay defeated. Billy
rebuts Johnny’s claim to several kills. Their squabbling quickly escalates into
ground wrestling.
When will they grow
up? Next year’s middle school. We’re practically adults, they should start
acting like it.
Something whizzing past my nose pulls me out of my thoughts
before Johnny yells, “Hey! I killed this one, right?!”
Billy groans, “Ohhh MAN! ... Johnny! You butt-head! You
threw it into old man Raymond’s yard!”
I follow Billy’s finger to the little blue ball just inside
the neighborhood demon’s fence.
Johnny’s shoulders slump. “I’ll… buy you another”
Billy gazelle punches him. “My grandma gave me that!”
“Why don’t you go get it Johnny?” I ask.
“Why don’t YOU?!”
“I dare ya…”
Johnny points dramatically at me. “I double DOG DARE you!”
Billy whispers, “A double Dog dare… you gotta do it now…”
It’s true. A double
dog dare HAS to be done… it’s man code 101. I set aside my trusty Red Rider
BB gun and head for the fence. To them I seem fearless. In reality, I’m so
scared I may pee myself. I jump the fence and retrieve the ball. Turning back I
notice, to my horror, Raymond’s hellhounds: five little beasties with the
charisma of hungry velociraptors. I barrel through the metal gate of their pin.
They noisily give chase and, as I race past his door, the devil incarnate steps
out and screams, “What’s all this racket?!”
I springboard off his patio table into the bushes next door.
Inside the hedge I can see into Raymond’s dining room. All five mongrels are on
the table destroying Christmas dinner. The poor turkey is shredded and thrown
everywhere, just as Mr. Raymond returns. His shriek matches how the
neighborhood kids feel when he gives their toys to his dogs.
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