User blog:Kwiksilver/Kwiksilver's Mini Christmas Special!

Prepare to be amazed...

Stunned...

Or maybe just plain entertained...

As Kwiksilver presents to you a soon-to-be-picked-up-by-a-Hollywood-film-producer (If Twilight did it, anybody can!):

 "A Kwiksilver Christmas!"

Kwiksilver dozed in his comfy chair by the fireplace. Stockings hung from the mantelpiece, a large one blue one and an even larger red one. The fire crackled in the cool air of the Collapsible Tent. Sprocket the puffle was fast asleep on top of Kwiksilver's head, giving the impression that he was wearing a furry red hat. Suddenly, the doorbell of the tent rang.

Sprocket awoke, and slid off Kwiksilver's head, muttering, "We have a doorbell?". He shuffled to the tent flap.

The cold hit Sprocket like a bucket of iced water. In fact, it was a bucket of iced water. A sheepish tern peeked through the tent flap.

"Err, sorry Sprocket me laddo, I thought you were Kwiksilver! I need to talk-"

"He's asleep," said Sprocket flatly, dripping on the carpet of the entrance hall, "And I was too until you threw that at me. What's with the iced water?"

"I wanted to wake him up. It's urgent," said Mayor McFlapp.

Five minutes and a quick spot of carpet cleaning later, Kwiksilver, Sprocket and McFlapp stood around the dining table. Sprocket switched on a lamp.

To be Continued Tomorrow!