Post by f0n9 on Nov 24, 2005 11:59:24 GMT -5
Some time after finding the cabin and greeting his companions, he is introduced to the Tales Cabin... snowmobile fleet. One storm of seaworthy curses later, he is motoring away to the nearby town.
His stomach grumbles, louder than the grumbling engine; usually a sure sign of hunger. Suddenly he slams on the breaks as a building reaches his attention. In appearance, it resembles... a gingerbread house? To the dejection of his sweet tooth (and simple pain of the others) the walls are not made of gingerbread. Cursing his stomach (while nursing his jaw) he reads the sign of the accursed building.
"A toy store, hm? Interesting." Something draws him inside.
Down one aisle, up the next, an unknown force drives him in an unending hunt for... something, What am I looking fo— The thought vaporizes as a wall looms before him. His search is over.
One lighter wallet and heavier sled later, the snowmobile putts to a halt back in the Tales garage. He hauls his green box up the stairs and hides it in his closet. Now, to find a way to get it to her...
His stomach grumbles, louder than the grumbling engine; usually a sure sign of hunger. Suddenly he slams on the breaks as a building reaches his attention. In appearance, it resembles... a gingerbread house? To the dejection of his sweet tooth (and simple pain of the others) the walls are not made of gingerbread. Cursing his stomach (while nursing his jaw) he reads the sign of the accursed building.
"A toy store, hm? Interesting." Something draws him inside.
Down one aisle, up the next, an unknown force drives him in an unending hunt for... something, What am I looking fo— The thought vaporizes as a wall looms before him. His search is over.
One lighter wallet and heavier sled later, the snowmobile putts to a halt back in the Tales garage. He hauls his green box up the stairs and hides it in his closet. Now, to find a way to get it to her...
