Phredd and Phœbee* live high in the mountains of Glacier National Park. You might have seen them if you had gone there on vacation, but most people don’t go there in the winter. It’s too cold and snowy.
When this photo was taken, they were huddled around their campcandle, trying to keep warm. This was the conversation that was overheard:
"Phœbee, dear, I’m really getting t-t-tired of being so c-c-cold and sh-sh-shivery. I think it’s time we t-t-take a vacation. W- w-what do you think?"
"Phredd, I’m right-t-t there with you! It’s just so hard-d-d to concentrate on any-y-thing when all I can do i-i-is be cold. Where did you ha-a-ave in mind?"
"W-w-well, I guess the best p-p-place for a vacation is F-florida: it's the s-s-sunshine state, you know."
"Phredd, you’re a genius-s-s! Let’s get pa-a-acked right away! I can’t wait to get unfroz-z-zen."
"OK, Phœbee. Use the p-p-portmanteau that Aunt S-s-slushy gave us. And d-don’t forget to p-pack our big B-b-bible. You n-never know when we might n-n-need it."
So Phredd and Phœbee packed their few belongings, hopped into their snowmobile and raced down the snowy mountainside to the nearest airport. They left their cool old portmanteau with the baggage checker and followed the line of travellers onto the airplane.
"G-g-good thing we got here early," said Phredd, with a grin, "I wouldn’t want to be b-b-bumped off our flight."
"I di-i-dn’t like the sec-c-curity check. It ma-a-ade me feel weird."
"Oh, Phœbee, y-y-you’re so silly. At least you didn’t have to t-take b-b-boots off!"
"Si-i-lly snowman!"
They got settled into their seats, and the nice stewardess, oh, I mean flight attendant, helped them get their seat belts on.
"Would either of you like a cup of coffee?" she asked politely. "You look cold!"
Phredd and Phœbee looked at each other and smiled. "No, thanks. W-w-we’re fine."
Phœbee had the window seat, because Phredd was nice enough to give it to her. She leaned her face on the window, leaving crystalline fog on the port-hole-like thing. After they’d been in the air a while, Phredd leaned over her a bit and said, "I’ve n-never seen the m-m-mountains from such a vantage p-p-oint. They sure look c-cold."
"Go-ood thing we’re go-o-ing to Florida," Phœbee said, and fell fast asleep.
I'll keep you posted as to how their trip goes. Stay tooned!
*All characters and situations are fictional, and any resemblance to real people, places, or things is totally occidental.
When this photo was taken, they were huddled around their campcandle, trying to keep warm. This was the conversation that was overheard:
"Phœbee, dear, I’m really getting t-t-tired of being so c-c-cold and sh-sh-shivery. I think it’s time we t-t-take a vacation. W- w-what do you think?"
"Phredd, I’m right-t-t there with you! It’s just so hard-d-d to concentrate on any-y-thing when all I can do i-i-is be cold. Where did you ha-a-ave in mind?"
"W-w-well, I guess the best p-p-place for a vacation is F-florida: it's the s-s-sunshine state, you know."
"Phredd, you’re a genius-s-s! Let’s get pa-a-acked right away! I can’t wait to get unfroz-z-zen."
"OK, Phœbee. Use the p-p-portmanteau that Aunt S-s-slushy gave us. And d-don’t forget to p-pack our big B-b-bible. You n-never know when we might n-n-need it."
So Phredd and Phœbee packed their few belongings, hopped into their snowmobile and raced down the snowy mountainside to the nearest airport. They left their cool old portmanteau with the baggage checker and followed the line of travellers onto the airplane.
"G-g-good thing we got here early," said Phredd, with a grin, "I wouldn’t want to be b-b-bumped off our flight."
"I di-i-dn’t like the sec-c-curity check. It ma-a-ade me feel weird."
"Oh, Phœbee, y-y-you’re so silly. At least you didn’t have to t-take b-b-boots off!"
"Si-i-lly snowman!"
They got settled into their seats, and the nice stewardess, oh, I mean flight attendant, helped them get their seat belts on.
"Would either of you like a cup of coffee?" she asked politely. "You look cold!"
Phredd and Phœbee looked at each other and smiled. "No, thanks. W-w-we’re fine."
Phœbee had the window seat, because Phredd was nice enough to give it to her. She leaned her face on the window, leaving crystalline fog on the port-hole-like thing. After they’d been in the air a while, Phredd leaned over her a bit and said, "I’ve n-never seen the m-m-mountains from such a vantage p-p-oint. They sure look c-cold."
"Go-ood thing we’re go-o-ing to Florida," Phœbee said, and fell fast asleep.
I'll keep you posted as to how their trip goes. Stay tooned!
*All characters and situations are fictional, and any resemblance to real people, places, or things is totally occidental.
This PhotoToon was created by Karen Gladys Henry. Copyright 2007.
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