The Independence Day Snow Job

Another snow shipment arrived last night, blanketing the cottage mansion property owned by Nekaltumo Baltas, an independent rebellious individual. Perched on her porch wearing a long puffy winter jacket, the freedom fighter character used binoculars observing the peaceful smooth landscape until a popping disturbance invaded the scenic masterpiece.

“It could be a problem,” having a vigilant eye, she monitored, “the enemy on our Independence Day, such an ironic thought.”

Concern continued growing when a blowing sounding machine started breaking the silence and Nekaltumo lunged to take cover, “am I making too much noise?” A pesky critter voiced.

“Who are you?” Screamed the fortress defender, not expecting an answer.

A small white head matching the greeting card setting popped out, “my name is Sermuonelis, the ermine stoat,”

“You look like a weasel,”

“I beg your pardon,” the miniature creature said turning off the small contraption.

“And what are you doing?” Nekaltumo continued pursuing.

“I am clearing your pathway, this is a snowblower and it does the work of a hundred shovels,”

“But why?”

“For you to go wherever you want to go,” Sermuonelis replied, “on this day we celebrate independence.”

“Everything seemed placid and tranquil, I was enjoying the atmosphere you disrupted,” Nekaltumo remarked, “and the enemy would have trouble getting to my homestead.”

“That is all true,” Sermuonelis agreed, “but I cannot let you be trapped on this special day in history.”

“I have many reading books, a warm fire that waits me, and house chores.”

“Well, I guess you are doing exactly what you want,” Sermuounelis concluded shrugging his shoulders before departing.

“Make sure you find someplace where there is heat, or you will turn blue,”

“I am white for a reason,”

Laughing Nekaltumo watched an hour tick away, cuing a magical vision, “Mick the Knight? Is that you?”

Coming closer the gentlemen on horseback waved his hand, “I am here to rescue you from being trapped on this Independence Day,”

“Well,” Nekaltumo returned the gesture, “can you make it down my drive with your steed?”

“No problem, I may have only one horsepower, but my friend here can handle any mission,”

Halting at the stairs Mick the Knight reached out his hand allowing Nekaltumo assistance in boarding, “well where should we have lunch?” Mick inquired.

“How about the pub,” Nekaltumo suggested.

It did not take the two long to reach the feeding destination, parking the four-legged transportation before proceeding inside the establishment.

“A table for two,” Nekaltumo requested.

“Would you like that near the fire?”

“That would be nice,” she responded while being escorted.

Off in the distance Sermuonelis tending to his stout brew saw the conversation go down and planned on interrupting the engagement,

Slowly he walked from the bar towards the dining area, “So, I see you have found a fire to curl up to,” he stated, “are the books read, the chores done?”

“Oh Mick, this is the weasel that tried to clear a path for me this morning,”

Tension started to mount as Sermuonelis corrected the comment, “I am a proud ermine stoat,”

“Well,” Nekaltumo politely interjected, “this is my imaginary friend Mick the Knight, we are celebrating independence.”

Keeping a stiff upper lip Sermuonelis stood his ground, “I am glad you got out of the house, now I must return to my work,” he boasted leaving the scene in theatrical fashion.

Later that evening logs roared burning reddish yellow comfort while Nekaltumo paged through another romantic tale knowing the kitchen seemed spotless and could welcome any gentlemen callers who may want to find refuge during the wintry months.

Suddenly, a knock at the door and Nekaltumo hurried over, opening the entry, “Excuse me, anybody here?”

“Look down,” Sermuonelis squeaked.

“Oh, what can I do for you?”

“I would like to apologize for my actions today,” Semuonelis asked forgiveness.

“Apology accepted,” Nekaltumo accepted opening the gate a little further.

“Is that a fire?”

“Yes, it is,” Nekaltumo positively stated, “would you like to, warm up?”

“Would I!” Semuonelis exclaimed, “its freezing out here,”

Then turning around the ermine stoat from the weasel family announced, “come on honey we have a place to stay tonight, it’s the Mrs., you don’t mind? Do you?”