Hatching a Plan

This is the next part to Saturday’s post, Once Upon A Snowy Night!

Elise was glad she had come. Being here always felt like a second home to her. A small town where everyone knew your name.

“Hi Elise! What a fun surprise to see you. A peppermint mocha latte is coming up.” Cara called out to her.

Her heart warmed. Sometimes, it felt like she had never left the town of BitterSweet Creek. But she had. Taking care of her grandmother had been her first priority, even if it had pained her to move.

She didn’t regret moving. Elise would cherish forever the extra time that she had been able to spend with her grandmother. Her mind was lost in the memories of yesterday when she was jolted out of her daydream.

“It’s so good to see you.”

Monika wrapped her arms around around her in a warm embrace. She then sat down on the other side of the red booth.

They chatted for a while before Elise delved into the topic of Jamie.

When Elise was halfway through her story. Cara came by. “How is everything, ladies? Can I get you anything else?”

“I may need some strong black coffee.” Elise replied, rubbing her head. Talking about Jamie was giving her a migraine.

“Well, if you are going to drink black coffee, you certainly need something sweet with it. I will bring you some fresh shoo-fly pie to go with it. Came out of the oven ten minutes ago.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Cara walked away, and Elise continued on with her story.

“I never knew someone could change from charming to scumbag so fast. One would think he was a chameleon.

I am ashamed that I ever thought he was a good guy! When I broke up with him, he went bezerk, and I knew it wasn’t because he loved me. He never loved me. He knew that my grandmother was rich, and he only wanted a share in my inheritance! I am such a fool.” She took a long drink of her coffee.

“Don’t beat yourself up. People get fooled all the time by snakes in disguise. Trust me, I have seen my share of snakes in my life. I am glad you saw Jamie’s true colors in time before he could get his hands on any of your inheritance.”

“But what do I do now? I was so mad at him that I threw my grandmother’s ring at him, and now he won’t give it back unless I pay him. He keeps taunting me with her ring and a few other items I left behind when I stormed out of his place!

Should I simply let him keep them so that I don’t have to deal with him anymore?”

Monika pounded her fist on her table, making the coffee cups rattle, as she yelled. “Absolutely not!”

In the booth beside tbem, Tippner jerked awake from his midday doze.

Cara laughed as water spilled out of the cup he was holding when he dozed off.

“Taking an afternoon, siesta?’ She joked, walking over to him.

“Pffft! I wouldn’t be falling asleep if you had some rocking music playing.”

“See! I knew there would be someone on my side about playing some rock music in here.” Mason said, stopping at Tippner’s booth.

“Rock music! Oh, you can’t be serious. That would hurt the ears of my little Princess.” Miss Peacock petted her Yorkie, who was in her big purse. She was waiting at the counter for her to-go order.

“See!” Retorted Cara walking to the back to get Miss Peacock’s order.

“I have to say I agree with Cara and Mrs Peacock. I come here for conversation. I am too old for loud music in the background.”

Cara had come back out and turned to the fine dressed woman. “You don’t look a day over 30, my friend.”

She laughed, “Riight! But thanks.”

“Seriously, you always dress so nice. I especially love your black trench coat the other day. Looked like Mrs Columbo!”

“We could use Columbo to figure out how to deal with Jamie, my ex-boyfriend.” Elise said.

“Guy problems. No wonder you needed strong coffee. Let me get you some more, and I will join you two. It’s time for my break.” Cara replied.

The other two women decided to pull up some chairs and join Monika and Elise at their booth.

Tippner looked at the gathering of women and at Mason. “I am outta here.”

Mason gave him an understanding look. “I am going back to my office for some peace and quiet.”

Elise gave a shortened version of her story, and Cara clapped her hands together, with a gleam in her eye. “I know a way to get your things back and to get Jamie out of your life.”

Monika gave her a conspiratorial wink. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?”

**To be continued**

Scared Truck Drivers … Happy Days … Seashell Tunnel … and Other Facts!

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Yes, this is true. He shared about it in an interview. I guess it could be freaky driving late at night and hearing Darth Vader. 😂

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I am sure the collies enjoyed this.

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One never knows how quickly things can turn around for the better. Happy days laid ahead of her.

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Intriguing! I want to know who counted all the shells.

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So special! 💕

Once Upon A Snowy Night!

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The snow was starting to fall harder around them, but Elise was oblivious to it. All she wanted was one thing,

“You promised me you would have it.”

“I will have it. I simply don’t have it now.”

Elise leaned in closer. “I need it! Pleeease! ” She pleaded, and oh how she hated begging, but what else could she do. She was between a rock and a hard place.

Jamie’s eyes gleamed as the corners of his mouth turned up in a satisfied smile. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

“How badly do you need it? How much are you willing to pay?”

Elise stepped back. “Pay? I paid you three times now!”

Shrugging his shoulders, he said with an air of nonchalance in his voice.

“You wouldn’t have to pay me more … but I think you do really want a certain thing I hold in my possession, right? Maybe more money would jar my memory as to what it is.

Gritting her teeth, Elisa replied, “How much?”

“Ooh I think $2000 would work.”

How she wished that she had never set her eyes on this man! He was robbing her blind! What a tangled web that he had weaved. By the time Elise realized his true colors, it had been too late. She was already caught in his sticky web and desperate for a way out before losing more of her dear grandmother’s inheritance.

What was she going to do? There had to be a way to get her grandmother’s valued antiques without paying slimeball Jamie one cent more! She was done being his fool!

“I will have your money in a week.”

“Make sure you do. Or the deal is off! Until then, take care.” He tipped his hat like a gentleman and walked away.

Elisa watched him with disgust. He was a far cry from a gentleman. More like a scondrel!

Hurrying home to sit by the fire, she felt a glimmer of hope. Elisa knew exactly what she needed to do.

**to be continued **

Friday’s Super Stories!

Happy Friday … My brain is returning to normal … well … my kind of “normal” … Not in a fog worrying about my son flying far away … Adjusting to the quiet … Will be back to posting stories regularly,  starting tomorrow … Enjoying hearing and seeing photos of my son’s new adventures … 

What new adventures are in store for you this year? 

Have you heard of Whatnot, the live auction site? Beware, it can be addicting, but it was a fun distraction as my heart and mind whirled with different emotions the past couple weeks … No, I did not break the bank and found good deals on vintage books. 

My son and his girlfriend flew away to work remotely … for now… Time will tell as to how long they will be gone  … As promised I will tell you where they flew off too … If you want to try to see if you can guess, go ahead … Below the  following two pictures will be their destination … Can you guess? I will give you a clue. Its a warm country … 

 

 

They are in Uruguay! If you guessed, I am impressed and you win twenty gold stars. 🙂 They are only two blocks from the water and a few miles from the beach! It was 71 degrees this morning.

The Forgotten Sister

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My thanks to Elizabeth, who helped inspire this story from one of her posts. A post about Carefree City and other strange, fun names of streets. I had told her the names sounded like they belonged in a fairy tale and she said I was free to use them. So the names of the streets in this story are true places, and the only true thing in this story. Enjoy! If you would like to read more about Carefree City, Arizona, here is a link to her post. https://bleuwater.me/2025/11/07/feeling-carefree/

It was a calm and peaceful night at Pebbles’ home. A cozy night was the perfect thing after her hectic day of cleaning. The cinnamon tea was sweet and not a dust bunny in sight. Well, as long as one didn’t look too hard.

Dust bunnies were the worst kind of bunny around. Pfffft! They didn’t even deserve to be called a bunny, as far as she was concerned.

Aside from the never-ending task of dealing with dust bunnies, she was real happy about making the move to Carefree City.

One of the best choices she had made. Yes, indeed, she was starting this year off right.

She had been given two choices of where to move to after Doc told her that she had to get out of the cold if she wanted better health.

He said she could go to Bloody Basin, in Arizona or Carefree City. Well, Pebbles didn’t have to think hard on that one. Carefree city sounded a lot more fun, not to mention safer. Like Grandpa Thumper always said, “When faced with two choices, choose the one that’s the story that you prefer to tell for the rest of your life.” Pebbles figured she had more chances of a happy life in Carefree, as opposed to living in Bloody Basin.

Finding the perfect bungalow. She settled in on Tranquil Trail Street. It sounded like someplace in a fairy tale.

Finishing her tea and some candied carrots, she started getting ready for bed. It wasn’t long before Pebbles had fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Pebbles was deep into reading about her ancestors when there was a frantic knocking on her door.

Opening the door, she was surprised to see a chicken looking up at her.

“Good morning. Can I help you?”

“Who are you?” The confused chicken asked. “Where is Ducky Lucky and Cocky Locky?”

Pebbles was as confused as the chicken.

“My name is Pebbles. I don’t know who you are looking for. I only moved to Carefree City recently. Did they live here before me?”

“Carefree City? Oh my, where am I?” The poor chicken looked around her in bewilderment.

“I am in the wrong place. How did I get here? I must go, oh my, I have to find them!”

Pebbles watched as the chicken turned and ran away clucking to herself.

She scampered down the street and ran across Rocking Chair road, right past Miss Tabitha rocking on her porch.

Pebbles was curious about this frenzied chicken running like her head was cut off, so she decided to run after her. The story about her ancestors, Watership Down, could always be read later.

Fortunately, Pebbles was still fast for her age and caught up to the chicken quickly on “Nonchalant” street.

“The sky is falling. The sky is falling!”the chicken cried, continuing to run.

“What’s falling?” Old Theophilus called out to Pebbles, who had stopped and looked up at the sky.

“The sky.”

“Oh, is that all.” Theophilus replied before going back inside.

The sky didn’t appear to be falling, but Pebbles kept following the chicken. After all, what else did she have to do? This was the most excitement that had happened in Carefree city since she moved here.

Every once in a while, the chicken stopped for a breath and Pebbles would be able to say a few words to her. She found out the chicken’s name was Dizzy Penny.

“May I ask you why you think the sky is falling?” Pebbles asked, as Dizzy was catching her breath.

“Something thunked my sister on the head. It’s falling, I tell you!” And she took off again.

Pebbles kept following her, even as they entered a new town.

“Yabba-Dabba Doo!”

Pebbles didn’t know what to make at the sight of two funny looking men yelling, “Yabba-Dabba Doo!”

She had seen crazy humans before but none quite like this!

Before she could wonder anymore about the men she gasped! There was a long necked purple creature eyeing Dizzy-Penny and within a flash … little Dizzy-Penny was gone.

Burp! Went Dino, the purple dinosaur.

And that is why you never heard of poor Dizzy Penny. Little Henny-Penny’s directionally challenged sister, who got lost when trying to warn others about the falling sky.

Tuesday’s Thoughts !

Happy Tuesday! My son and his girlfriend safely reached their destination, so this mama’s heart is lighter. Where in this big world are they? Stay tuned, and on Friday, you will find out.

Your week may not be filled with flying adventures, but I hope something new in your week, big or small, will spark joy. Enjoy the following quotes, and I am always glad to hear which ones spoke to you. Thanks for stopping by!

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Pink Armadillos … The “Gold Mine” Couch … Reunion in the Air…And Other Facts

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Aren’t they cute!

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This is why you don’t hide your money in couches. Very glad they were able to find the owner and return the money!

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This would be a scary eagle to see. I would rather see the colorful birds of the rainforest who don’t prey on sloths and monkeys.

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I read more about this, and it said that this armadillo is very elusive … Hmmm….I think I should go to Argentina and try to find it. May have better luck with the rare ones vs. the common ones.

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What a fun thing to happen!

Home in a Flash Parts 3 and 4

What was watching Flash and CandyCane high on the mountain? Is it scary or friendly? Thanks again to LT , from https://luminousaether.wordpress.com/2026/01/04/home-in-a-flash-part-3/?_gl=1*16u2hz*_gcl_au*MTM0NTAzNjc2MC4xNzY1NzE2Njk1 for letting me share her story with all of you. Enjoy the continuing adventure and exciting conclusion, as well as learning more about Japanese legends. Do you know what a Kirin is? I love how LT brings it into this adventure. You always learn something from LT’s posts.

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The Kirin first appears in ancient Chinese texts dating to the Zhou Dynasty (1046 BC – 256 BC), where it was known as the “Qilin” and depicted as dragon-like and covered in fire. It’s appearance was considered a good omen and a herald of peace.

In Japan, the Kirin was first mentioned in the “Kojiki” (711 AD), a collection of Japanese myths, legends, and histories. In the Kojiki, it is described as resembling a deer, but with a dragon’s scales, a tail like an ox, a fiery mane, and a single antler or horn.

The Japanese Kirin is seen as a serene being, moving through the world without harm. Consequently, they tend to appear during times of great peace, and only in the domains of wisdom and benevolence. They appear in Japanese carvings and paintings as symbols of peace and of virtuous leaders. And holy images of Kirin can also be found in temples and shrines.

The Kirin watched Santa’s two elves silently. And for several minutes, Flash and Candy Cane just stared back astonished, and not really sure what to do next. Candy Cane thought she saw a slight amusement in the Kirin’s expression, but decided that she must be imagining things. Eventually, the Kirin turned and began to walk away. The two elves followed.

The Kirin led them onto a ledge along a high cliff. Candy Cane looked down and it made her feel dizzy. After that, she kept her eyes focused on the tag on the back of Flash’s inside-out shirt, and followed closely. Eventually, the ledge widened to an amazing sight…

To their right was the entrance to a magnificent sanctuary carved directly into the granite cliff!

It’s the Kirin’s refuge!” said Flash.

Candy Cane, being the more focused and observant of the pair, pointed toward a figure of a peacefully sitting elf carved into the the stone at the far side of the entrance. “Then why is there an elf?” 

Flash thought for a moment. “I barely passed Elven History. But I think that’s the first chief-bureaucrat of the Unmei no Kuromori… the Black Forest of Destiny.

I mostly know about Elf history from Pennsylvania,” replied Candy Cane. “One was famous for hiding magic in the sounds of bells… like cowbells, and bicycle bells… and a big one with a crack in it that nobody rings anymore. Is the first chief-bureaucrat famous for something?

Flash was looking intently at the carving. “He was supposedly a really good negotiator. There’s a legend about him haggling someone down to zero. ‘I cannot tell a lie. I have nothing in my coin purse.’ ” Flash looked at Candy Cane. “I don’t think it’s a true story. But what if he made a deal with the Kirin?

What kind of a deal?

This,” said Flash, pointing to the magnificent shrine carved into the side of the mountain. “A safe refuge in exchange for the good fortune, peace, and blessings that come from the Kirin’s presence.

The Kirin looked directly at Candy Cane, and then turned, walking into entrance of the sanctuary. It was clear that he wanted the elves to follow.

Trailing behind the Kirin into a large room brightened by light let in through an arched window cut into the cliff, the two elves could see the reason for the Kirin’s recent absence. Sitting on the soft, sandy floor were the Kirin’s family… including two young fawns.

Suddenly, a very large crow flew in through the window. Gliding across the room, it circled the group before settling onto Flash’s shoulder. Candy Cane was surprised by its sudden appearance. But Flash didn’t seem to show much concern as the it spoke quietly into her ear.

Flash held out her arm, and the shiny black bird jumped onto it. “Tell my sister not to worry. I have an idea!” And with that, the great bird flew back out the window.

Turning toward Candy Cane, “A karasu… a messenger bird,” said Flash. “My sister sent it. Somehow, Jynx Shadowheart has found the trail toward the mountain. We have to hurry!”

Jynx Shadowheart scanned the mountains with her binoculars. There was little that escaped her sharp eyes. Then she petted her two massive dogs. “Bruiser, Thor… It seems our hunt is nearing its conclusion.” 

Removing her custom, .450 magnum Smythe and Easton unicorn gun from its case, Jynx looked through its high-magnification scope. She could just make out two tiny figures in its cross-hairs, dangling precariously from a thread on the high cliff. “It won’t be long now. The cannery is going to pay us well for this one. And you two can have the scraps.

Meanwhile, Flash and Candy Cane returned to the team of reindeer waiting on the mountain trail by expertly rappelling the 970-foot drop. By the third pitch, Candy Cane had gotten pretty good at not opening her eyes while she was being lowered by Flash.

Before Candy Cane could even recover her composure, they were already careening back down the winding mountain trail in the speeding sleigh. “Somehow, we have to throw Jynx Shadowheart off the Kirin’s trail,” said Flash. “She’s a good tracker. I have an idea… But it could get messy.

Candy Cane looked at Flash’s wild hair, inside out-shirt and unmatched socks and shook her head in agreement.

“I can help!” said Candy Cane. “But I need to get back to the North Pole. I can use the golden key to get there in an instant. But I don’t know how to get back!

Arriving at the snowy meadow, Flash had Candy Cane help her pull the big red sack out from the back of the sleigh. It was a lot heavier than it looked!

Is that Santa’s..?” asked Candy Cane.

I needed something that was bigger on the inside than on the outside in order to fit everything into the sleigh,” said Flash.

What’s in it?” queried Candy Cane.

Probably better if I don’t say,” Flash replied. “But with the lighter load, you won’t need all the reindeer. Shred and Vexen can stay with me. We make a good power-trio!

Flash handed Candy Cane the map they’d used to get to their starting point for the trip. “Rebel and Raven will know how to lead the team back here from the little town where we started. See you soon!” And just as Candy Cane, the sleigh, and the ten reindeer vanished into a cloud of golden glitter… “Just watch out for the swamp!

With a little help from Shred and Vexen, Flash had soon emptied the contents of Santa’s dimensionally transcendental toy sack. Flash was very familiar with how it worked, having helped in its design. She actually got her job at the North Pole because of her degree in transcendental geometry, or shapes that are bigger on the inside than the outside.

Soon, a collection of massive black cabinets was stacked in a neat row at the edge of the meadow. Flash, Shred and Vexen were ready. Now all Flash needed was a crowd worthy of stirring up a mosh-pit.

Just then, a shrill voice echoed up from the trail. “What’s this? My welcoming celebration? It might as well be, since you’ve led me right to the unicorn’s lair!

Flash turned to see Jynx Shadowheart, with Bruiser and Thor at her side.  “Shred!” she called out. “Give me a G-sharp ten!

The reindeer quickly tightened up the high string on his guitar until it almost snapped, and struck a note… that no one could hear. At least, no one standing on two legs.

Bruiser and Thor Howled! They could hear the note. Jynx suddenly realized what was happening and raised her rifle. “Looks like there’ll be reindeer on the menu tonight,” she bellowed.

Just then, a loud hum broke through the forest. It sounded like a swarm of bees on an eight-shot caffeine buzz, and it was getting closer. Suddenly, a river of tiny lights poured out of the trees. They were fairies… seemingly millions of them, called out by the sound of that G-sharp 10 that Shred had blasted across the valley from his guitar amplifier.

Drawn by their whining, the little buzzing lights swarmed the dogs like a monstrous cloud of hungry mosquitoes.

Shred, Vexen! Full punk doom power!” cried Flash.

As Shred cranked out a round of down-tuned power cords, Vexen thundered on the drums. A huge clump of snow shook out of the trees, piling onto Jynx.  Then Flash grabbed a guitar, turned her amplifiers up to full Concorde take-off power, and unleashed a solo that knocked the unicorn hunter right off her feet.

Falling backward as the entire forest began to tremble to the awesome, thundering sound, Jynx’s rifle hit the ground with a loud “BOOM!” And at that, Bruiser and Thor had had enough and took off like two frightened rabbits, with the huge swarm of overstimulated fairies in hot pursuit.

Having come prepared for the sound of a .450 magnum anti-unicorn round, however, Jynx had brought hearing protection. Slipping on her Shell-Shok, -180dB, active noise-canceling headphones, she stood up and brushed off the snow. There was nothing more Flash could do as the now infuriated unicorn hunter picked up her rifle and reloaded.
They were doomed!

When what should appear, but a sleigh pulled by ten flying reindeer! If not for the 50-cycle hum from the wall of amplifiers, the forest would have gone dead silent as the band stopped mid note. Even Jynx stared as the flying entourage landed in the meadow and pulled up between her and the three questionable musicians.

Candy Cane jumped from the sleigh before it had even come to a stop. “I’ve brought help!

Behind her followed a large, serene and leisurely… cow, with big brown eyes, and a cowbell hanging from its neck. Both Jynx and Flash spoke simultaneously, “A cow?

Jynx!” called Candy Cane. And with that, the cow walked right nose-to-nose with the hunter.

Stupid cow!” shouted Jynx. “Get out of my way!” She reached out and swiped at the cow, smacking the bell with her hand, causing it to ring out.

“POOF!” A huge cloud of purple and pink smoke suddenly appeared right where both Jynx and the cow had just been standing. They were gone!

That was Betsy, the Pennsylvania wonder cow!” explained Candy Cane. “She used her magic bell to take Jynx off to someplace where she can’t cause any more trouble. I don’t think we’ll be seeing that awful unicorn hunter again.

So where did… Betsy take her?” asked Flash.

Where’s the nearest swamp?

Flash grimaced.

Anyway, I think this was a perfect vacation,” said Candy Cane. “I got to see Japan, go sledding, meet your sister, learn some history, climb a mountain, and save a family of magical animals!
Where should we go next?!

Flash grimaced again.

Oh!” said candy Cane. “I almost forgot to tell you… Your shirt is inside out.

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

When you have baked four loafs of cinnamon swirl bread since Christmas because your family says its the … “Best bread you ever made!” …. and it makes the kitchen smell good.

When beach trip for the summer is already booked and its NOT at the Frank N Stein Hotel!

Name something that you would like to see a blog post about this year. Subject for a story or a series or something totally different. Anything goes … well, almost anything.

Home in a Flash!

Good morning! I know Christmas is over, but we can’t forget about the crazy elves at the North Pole quite yet. Remember in the last story Flash and CandyCane came to rescue Snowball and Alabaster. My friend, LT from https://luminousaether.wordpress.com/2026/01/02/home-in-a-flash-part-1/?_gl=1*16dqeif*_gcl_au*MTM0NTAzNjc2MC4xNzY1NzE2Njk decided that the adventure needed to continue and she wrote an exciting, fun, 4 part adventure that I want to share with all of you. I am sharing the first 2 parts on here today and will post the next part on Saturday. It makes me smile how certain “elves” wanted to see this golden key adventure continue. I didn’t know it would spark all of this when I first wrote about it. Thank you LT for continuing the story and letting me share it on my blog. You all are in for a treat. I write because my imagination keeps going and I need to get it out, but it wouldn’t be half as fun if I didn’t have all of you sharing in it with me. Knowing that my stories can spark your imagination adds to my joy. Now back to the North Pole!

Twas the morning after New Year, and Santa’s elf, Flash, was feeling unusually un-flashy and didn’t didn’t want to wake up. She had been standing next to the ginormous bowl of Chef-Salvo’s special peppermint-chocolate bark during the late night flying reindeer show at the North Pole, with the chipmunks Wilder and Angel on each shoulder so that they could have a clear view over the crowd. But every time Flash would glance down at the celebratory snacks, Wilder would whisper into her ear, “Eat some!” Then Angel would whisper into her other ear, “You heard him, eat some!

The alarm sounded, and Flash pushed the snooze button on the clock and shoved it under the bed. Why was the alarm clock on anyway? It was the start of vacation for Santa’s elves. Even the toy shop’s after Christmas clean-up and inventory elves were off. It was minus 25 degrees-Fahrenheit outside, and only slightly warmer in the bedroom. So she pulled her thick goose down comforter up over her head for a do-over.

“Bleep, Bleeep, Bleeeep!” The alarm kept getting louder and more insistent. Suddenly, Flash realized that it wasn’t the alarm clock… it was Santa’s emergency alert! She sat up instantly and picked up her phone.

Re-fueled by a second morning four shot espresso, Flash rushed off to meet Candy Cane who already had Flash’s team of reindeer ready to go. Candy Cane noticed that Flash’s socks didn’t match, her shirt was inside-out, and that her hair was frozen into a pillow-perm that looked suspiciously like something from a punk rock concert. She watched as Flash tossed a large red bag into the back of the sleigh as she climbed aboard.

Hey! Isn’t that Santa’s…” Candy Cane started to ask before Flash suddenly shushed her.

I’m ready to go!” said Flash. “But how are we going to get there? You know Santa grounded my team after that little Christmas Eve thing?

“I have Santa’s golden key. He said that I’m supposed to be in charge of it while we’re traveling.” Candy Cane looked down a little sheepishly. “I don’t think he trusts you with it.” Then she smiled. “So where are we going for our vacation adventure? A tropical island? The Swiss Alps?

Flash answered in an uncharacteristically low voice. “I’m going home.

Japan?! What fun! Tokyo? Kyoto? Will we get to go skiing in the mountains or go to a hotsprings and sit in the hot water… Oooh, a warm bath. How nice that would be!” said Candy Cane as her breath froze in the air.

No. None of those,” Flash replied. “We’re going to the Unmei no Kuromori… the Black Forest of Destiny.” She pulled out a map of Japan and pointed to remote spot in the north. “We need to get to an uncharted mountain in the middle of the forest. I know how to get there quickly from this town to the east. But we have to hurry. We’re in a race!

Candy Cane shook her head in acknowledgment, pulled a golden key from around her neck, and touched it to the map. And just like that, they disappeared into a billowing cloud of golden glitter.

No offense, but I sincerely prefer flying,” said Flash, while shaking bits of glitter from her hair and clothes. “But Santa said that if I could take care of this, that he’d be willing to forgive the little Christmas fiasco and restore the team’s aviation abilities.

Candy Cane didn’t say anything, but her ears turned a bit red. She knew about Flash’s impromptu Christmas Eve music performance in Tokyo.

I just wanted to bring a little Christmas cheer to some overworked salarymen. I didn’t mean to turn half of Shinjuku into a mosh pit.” Flash smiled. “Anyway, the repair elves managed to get everything fixed by the New Year… Did you know that they can make a whole window, glass and everything, or even a fire-hydrant out of just a piece of wood?!

It was dusk when the pair set off into the forest. Flash’s twelve reindeer may not have been allowed to fly, but they were still the fastest team at the North Pole. She sang out their names:
“Hey! Havoc! Hey Shred! Hey Pogo, Hey Led!
Now, Thrasher! Now, Crasher! Now Reckless and Vexen!
Go, Misfit! Go, Scarlet! Go, Rebel and Raven!

Soon, they were dashing through the snow toward the mysterious mountain. The trees of the forest became a dark wall as the sun set. But Flash knew the way by heart. Every now and then, Candy Cane would catch a glimpse of some shadowy shape moving in the darkness, or of eyes watching them.

So why did Santa want you to come here?” asked Candy Cane.

We’re trying to reach the lair of the Kirin before Jynx Shadowheart finds it. Hang on!” Flash suddenly turned the team sharply to the left. “I want to avoid the yokai who lives in the Black Swamp. He’s always hungry.

Candy Cane looked confused, “Jynx Shadowheart? A hungry yokai?”

Don’t worry about the yokai,” Flash quipped. “It’s Jynx Shadowheart that’s the problem. She’s one of the best unicorn hunters in the world. And since canned unicorn meat has gotten so expensive, she’s been traveling the world looking for game.

“So there’s a unicorn in this forest?”

No!” burst out Flash. “It’s not a unicorn that lives here. It’s the Kirin!

They traveled all through the night. Suddenly, Flash veered the team sharply to the right where they deftly squeezed between two large boulders, and then emerged over a ridge to a spot where they could see out over the forest. In the distance, the sun was just rising over a rugged mountain. “That’s where we’re going.”

In the darkness behind them, a gloved hand reached down to pet two humongous dogs. “Bruiser, Thor… It seems you’ve led us in the right direction after all.

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Following a winding trail through the snow, Flash and Candy Cane descended into a valley with high cliffs on either side. “Be very quiet through here,” whispered Flash. “This is the Yōsei no tani, the Fairy Valley.

Oh! Fairies? How wonderful!” replied Candy Cane.

Yeah, one or two I guess,” Flash said quietly. “But then they’ll swarm you like mosquitoes looking for handouts. Get everywhere… You’ll find them hiding under a collar or in a pocket a week later. Make a big mess in the laundry.” Flash glanced up at the sheer cliffs on either side. “And whatever you do, don’t smack them! The noise might cause an avalanche!

At the far end of the valley, Flash steered the team up a side trail toward the base of the mountain. After a short distance, they reached a snow-covered meadow with a stream running through it, and Flash pulled the team up to a stop at a place where the reindeer could get a drink. Suddenly, a voice called across the snow as an extraordinarily beautiful and elegantly attired elf emerged… “Furashiyu! Anata no?!

It was Flash’s sister, Shiho! After a cheerful greeting, Flash introduced her to Candy Cane, explaining that her sister was, as her name implied in Japanese, a protector of the valley. English names just happened to be trendy around the time when Flash was born. Pronounced as “Furashiyu”, however, it evoked images of spilling hot water. Consequently, Flash’s having traveled abroad to take a job with better insurance benefits.

Flash explained to her sister about Jynx Shadowheart, and why she had to find the Kirin. But her sister said that no one had seen the magical chimera for several months, despite many efforts to call for it. And so, the valley had gradually fallen into more frequent misfortune as the good luck the Kirin had spread was gradually fading. As magical East Asian animals will sometimes do, the Kirin had simply retired quietly into the mountains. But no one knew why.

After a fond farewell that included directions to the currently fastest course up the mountain, Flash and Candy Cane departed to the trail. As the route grew steeper and more treacherous, any other team wouldn’t have been able to make the passage. But the twelve feisty reindeer wouldn’t be stopped. And with nowhere to land a flying sleigh along the dangerous cliffs, hoofing it was the only way to make the approach. Santa had picked the right team for the job!

Candy Cane peered uneasily out over the edge of a cliff as the team negotiated another hairpin turn on the narrow trail. “I don’t understand,” she said. “If the Kirin isn’t a unicorn, why is Jynx Shadowheart hunting it?

If we can find it, you’ll understand. The Kirin has hooves and the body of a deer, but with scales and a flowing mane like fire. And it has a single horn, so people sometimes confuse it with a unicorn.” Flash continued, “It’s gentle and kind, and it brings good fortune, prosperity, and protection. It’s one of the four noble animals, along with the Dragon, the Phoenix, and the Tortoise. The peace of the whole valley depends on its presence. If Jynx manages to find it first…

But if no one has even seen the Kirin in months, how will we find it?” asked Candy Cane… not entirely sure that she really wanted to hear the answer.

We’re going to have to climb to the top of the mountain,” Flash replied. “But don’t worry, I brought a rope. If you slip off the cliff, you’ll only fall a few feet. I can hold you.

Candy Cane suddenly realized that Flash wasn’t actually all that tall, or strong looking. And her shirt was still inside-out.

By early afternoon, the team couldn’t go any farther. The route up had turned into a narrow ledge along the cliff, only a few inches wide. Flash unhitched the twelve reindeer, set them up with a shelter, food and water, and gave them instructions to go back down the mountain without her if she wasn’t back by morning.

Then Flash reached into the big red sack in the back of the sled and pulled out a rope and some climbing gear. She tied one end of the rope to Candy Cane, and then handed her a mountaineer’s ice axe. “We’re off to the summit!” exclaimed Flash, as she started onto the ledge.

Two-hours later, Candy Cane opened her eyes again. The view was spectacular! They were above the clouds, and she could see what seemed like forever in every direction. So this was why Flash loved the mountains.

Beautiful, ne?” said Flash, with a slightly wistful tone while staring off into a familiar distance from the edge of the cliff. 

Yes…” replied Candy Cane from a safer distance. Then turning to spy something in the corner of her view, “Uh Flash… I don’t think we’re alone.

**To be continued**