Bisbee.
I wandered around Bisbee today and found Jeff, Aspen and Millard standing around a snowman. I greeted them and told Jeff, “Jeff I got somethin’ for ya!”
“I think Mill and Jeff are in the outhouse,” Aspen said and I looked around, seeing they’d run off already.
“I finished an article for the paper. I gotta give it to him by tonight.”
“He changed the days for the paper.”
“He did?? He not tell me.”
“It is Saturday at midnight now. So it starts on Sunday.”
“Oh good. You’ll like it. I wrote about our first Christmas!”
“Ohh I will love that!” Aspen smiled.
Jeff and Millard came over and I handed Jeff the article. “Here you go Jeff! It’s about our first Christmas!”
“Thank you much my reporter!” He giggled and took the paper. “Woo. This is a lot of writing!”
“You like it??”
“You musta got a hand cramp. Yeah!”
“With my new quill and ink from ma!” I giggled. “I been writing ALLL day!”
“Well next week will be after new years so it starts a new year.”
“But you gonna put a paper out this weekend right?”
“I am yes. Almost done with it.”
Aspen started to sneeze and we stepped away from her so we wouldn’t get the cold. They worked on decorating the snowman.
“We should do more stuff together out here in Bisbee. Maybe I could write about the snowman that lost its head. I mean... snowgirl. Jeff you want me to take a picture of you and the snowgirl?”
“Naw, that’s a girl one,” Jeff said and I took a picture of him.
“Hmmm so… So how did the snowgirl lose its head?” I asked.
“Well someone pushed its head off,” Jeff said. “It wasn’t me.”
“Ohhh so someone put the horse head on the snowman’s body?”
“I didn’t do it. Yeah Mildew did. He did it!”
“Horses ain’t got horns!” Mill exclaimed.
“Someone musta killed a horse though. For that head to be there. Or they found a horse in a horsey grave. But then what is it?”
“But… It is a cow ain’t it?” Jeff asked.
“Ohhh is it a cow?” I asked.
“A bull, I reckon,” Mill said.
“Yeah see? A bull is a cow.” Jeff crossed his arms.
“So the bull was killed a long time ago… And found in some cow grave?” I asked.
“Or it died,” Jeff suggested.
“Or someone blasted it,” Jeff guessed.
“Uh huh... okay so what else..” I looked around.
“I found it by a fence and brought it here.” Millard snickered.
“Someone musta put the cow head where the snow head was s’posed to go,” I said.
“Well Mildew see he found this cow head and then he dragged it here,” Jeff said.
“Yeah and I took the apron from the orphanage,” Mill said.
“Ooooh. Where did ya find the cow head?”
“You’re gonna get a beaten’,” Jeff warned him.
“Nah it’s an old one. I done said where! Dang!” Mill said.
“Well was the carrot and stuff here?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“We should eat the carrot,” Jeff said and snickered.
“I’d rather have chocolate.” Aspen shrugged.
“Oooh chocolate is good. Where can we get some?” Jeff asked.
I finished writing the article and gave it to Jeff. I said goodbye to them and told them I should go home before ma and pa were worried. Before going I said, “Thanks for makin the snow girl have somethin to wear so she’s not cold and beheaded.”
“I wanna be purty like you when I grow up,” Aspen said to me.
“Ya will! Ya not that much younger than me!” I grinned.
“But you are already see Aspen. Yeah least the snowgirl gots some clothes on now. Kinda.”
I waved to everyone and headed home.
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