The (Almost) Daily Vignette

[mishalak]

The snow was coming down heavily over the valley and the town of Ithill. It also came down upon the house of Harry Winston, real estate developer. Six month previously he had been speaking loudly down at the Coffee Shop about Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys and how we ought to bomb the French back into the Stone Age, ungrateful bastards. He thought that it was great that he was home and he didn't have to drive out to show any properties today as he went for a beer in his massive kitchen.

Beer in hand he was headed for his TV room when he heard a noise out on the back deck. He went to the sliding glass door and looked out. There were people in his hot tub. Rage filled him as he unlocked his door.

Lars turned his head as he heard the door sliding open. "Harry, I was wondering when you'd come join us."

"LARS! Why are you and..." There was grey monkey with a reddish face looking at him from the tub as well as Lars' sandy mane. No, at least three monkeys and a red haired fellow that he didn't recognize (or remember later) in the shock of seeing monkeys in his hot tub.

"Well you see we're showing our support for the French. Coloradans being Jacuzzi lounging snow monkeys after all."

Harry grew as red as Dave's hair letting loose a bellow and slipping out into the snow. Lars got Dave away safely and the monkeys were able to return later on to use the hot tub in peace since Lars had shown them how to use the controls and to open it.

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