John, a middle aged man, a bit gray here and there, is about to make the discovery of a lifetime. He bends down, his foggy breath slightly warming is frostbitten nose as he wipes away some of the snow built up on top of the ice. John pulls his parka tighter around his chest and with a gloved hand motions the woman to his right to come see.
"Honey," he calls. "Come take a look at this."
The woman looks up from her maps and joins her husband crouching over the frozen lake.
"What is it?" she inquires.
"I don't know.." his voice trails off as his gray eyes meet her blue ones. Sticking at least two inches out of the ice is a bone. A claw to be precise. A delicate, deadly weapon attached to something of which the world has forgotten.



A volcano erupts with the ferocity of a pack of starved molten wolves, racing for a bite of the sky. People scatter in all directions. In all the commotion and screaming no one, except one little girl, notices what is happening to the mountain. She stands, barefoot, in the middle of the street oblivious to the chaos around her. Eyes wide with terror stare at the hulking mass making its way out of the earth. It looms over the edge of the volcano, smoking. She screams as her mother deftly lifts her up while running away from the danger, away from the monster.

Thanksgiving

Friday's here
Time to cheer

Its finally break
and we can eat cake

Roast the turkey
Broil the ham

Thanksgiving has come
Come get you some!