As a they arrived at the path that led to their snow fort, their eyes filled with horror! There in the snow were tracks coming from the direction of Brock’s place.
They hitched into high gear, and hearts pounding they raced toward their little encampment! Hobart felt a tear in his eye that ran down his cheek, hoping against hope!
As they rounded the last bend, they saw him! Brock! He was jumping up and down on the roof! At first it sounded like maniacal laughter, but it was quickly changing to frustrated whimpering! They shouted…
“Brock! Why would you!?!”
Brock looked in their direction, and ran from the spot, putting on his highest speed he high tailed it off in the direction of town.
Heavy hearted Ben, Dean and Hobart plodded up to the door and looked in… all clear! The roof was a solid dome of ice! Impenetrable! Brock must have been more frustrated than he’d been ever! Ha!
Quinzhee chapter 2
The next morning Hobart was just donning the last of his gear when her heard a familiar voice behind him, “Hold up,” said Hobart’s mom,
…he turned around and spoke the words she’d need to hear, “I promise to be back home the minute—-,”
Hobart’s mom cut off his sentence by handing him a thermos & three metal camping mugs with the letters “G,B,D,” engraved on the front of each one. She leaned over, and kissing him on his forehead, said in her soothing voice,
“I know, just go & have some more fun in the snow! That has some hot chocolate for you & ‘the boys’.”
Hobart smiled as if he had just heard the most beautiful song ever & hugged her.
As he did so, she handed him a scarf, he examined it, and was a bit puzzled, it was a 4ft long piece of red cloth with the phrase “I’m gonna sing, in the middle of the storm…”
…it seemed to be cut off! He looked up at her, and she said,
“should a blizzard ever hit, hum that lyric’s song! And when it gets to that line…”
“I’m gonna roar that into at the howling wind!”
His Mom endured an enthusiastic fist bump!
Inspired by his mom’s words he realized and said,
“this scarf holds a power doesn’t it!?”
she grinned saying, “yes, now go ahead, don it with pride, but if you think it’s embarrassing…”
“No way!” He interjected!
“I won’t let you down”
holding thermos & his mug in his left hand; Ben & Dean’s mug’s in his right, and after putting on his scarf he grabbed a couple of snow chains for his bike, opened the door, took a deep breath,
“Time to saddle up, and get to work!”
Heading over to the garage, his bike was already outside for his use, he put the thermos & mugs into his bike basket, he applied the snow chains, hopped on & raced to the sight, his friends not far behind, when he was out of sight, Hobart’s mom looked her cell phone screen & checked, the tracker, camera, speaker & microphone on Hobart’s scarf, being obviously aware of his mom’s, he spoke into it saying “good call entirely mom, you know what to do” she was shocked at his quick reaction, she gently closed the door with a sly smile, she looked at the schedule for parent hood her husband thought of as soon as they got married, she saw he was on parent duty, she went to the living room & sat on the couch where the journal of all the mother’s & father’s phone numbers were inside just in case, they reached the area where they first met, & saw a small clearing for the Quinzhee to be built, they hopped off their bikes & begun checking off their lists witch they created on summer break, they grabbed the gear, saying the items they brought in order, “shovel’s” said Ben, “check” said Dean, “light’s” said Ben, “check” said Hobart, “security” said Hobart, the speaker clicked on, “check” said Hobart’s mom, they all laughed & suddenly got serious, “bucket’s” said Hobart, “check” said Ben, “drinks” said Dean, “hot chocolate, & tea check” dean & Hobart said in unison, “nice” said Ben, “let’s begin” the three friends proclaimed, “Hobart, begin the construction on the Quinzhee, Dean, gather the branches & sticks for the support’s & the security mast, I’ll plot out the Quinzhee, feel free to add any ideas you guys might have,” said Ben, “sir yes sir” Hobart & dean saluted, as they were about to take to their task’s, “hey there fella’s, how’s it going.” It was Mr. Marchinko & brought over some blankets for the three of them, “thank you sir,” said the three, “no problem, you guys can have them, I don’t need them anymore,” he said, Hobart walked over, grabbed the blankets from Mr. Marchinko &
As a they arrived at the path that led to their snow fort, their eyes filled with horror! There in the snow were tracks coming from the direction of Brock’s place.
They hitched into high gear, and hearts pounding they raced toward their little encampment! Hobart felt a tear in his eye that ran down his cheek, hoping against hope!
As they rounded the last bend, they saw him! Brock! He was jumping up and down on the roof! At first it sounded like maniacal laughter, but it was quickly changing to frustrated whimpering! They shouted…
“Brock! Why would you!?!”
Brock looked in their direction, and ran from the spot, putting on his highest speed he high tailed it off in the direction of town.
Heavy hearted Ben, Dean and Hobart plodded up to the door and looked in…
Running Down Vimy 