As the giant snowball containing Ron and the spy rolled over the edge of the ledge, Ron managed to pull the trigger of the harpoon-gun. The harpoon shot out of the snowball and up into the air, sticking into the door of the Soup Shack. The rope attaching the harpoon to the gun-stock was pulled taught and the snowball jerked to a halt and was left dangling about ten metres below the ledge. In the cold air in the shadow of the mountain the snowball started to freeze and before long Ron and the spy were left in a state of suspended animation. It was an odd sight; a large iceball on the end of a rope, with a beak sticking out here and a boot sticking out there.
And that is how it stayed, as night fell and the wind and the wolf howled.
© David Severn 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment