Down-Time with Daddy
Ryder sat alone in the play room, playing quietly with his plushies.
Quickly, a battle of epic proportions ensued.
"Avenge me!" Andes moose cried. Shot down by a sasquatch riding an airplane, what a way to go.
"Surrender or face the consequences," Guardian dragon commanded.
"Never!" Henry T. Sasquatch shouted bravely.
"Ahhhh!" Guardian yelled, flying straight at the sasquatch.
"Noooo!" body slamming the sasquatch, both fell out of the sky, tumbling down in a never-ending spiral.
"Boom!" Ryder cried, falling back as his airplane crashed, and all the other toys perished in the battle.
"Uh, hi," Ryder looked up as his dad's shadow fell across him.
"Hi," Brick smiled. "What's going on in here?"
"Nothing..." playing nervously with his hands, Ryder answered evasively.
"Really? Because it looks like toy-mageddon," Brick teased. Then he knelt before his son. "Why are you playing all alone?"
Ryder hung his head with a sigh. "No one wanted to play with me. So I decided to play by myself." He fought back a tear.
"That's too bad," Brick said. He was thoughtful for a moment. "How would you like it if I played with you?"
"Really?" Ryder asked.
"Of course," Brick told his son brightly.
"Thanks, Daddy," Ryder gave Brick a big hug. "I'd like that."
"Vroom. Ch, ch, ch, ch," Brick's fighter plane fired rapidly at Ryder's dragon.
"Roar!" the dragon snarled in fury.
Lost in their own little world, father and son spent the rest of a pleasant afternoon together.
~SilverStar-Burst
Quickly, a battle of epic proportions ensued.
"Avenge me!" Andes moose cried. Shot down by a sasquatch riding an airplane, what a way to go.
"Surrender or face the consequences," Guardian dragon commanded.
"Never!" Henry T. Sasquatch shouted bravely.
"Ahhhh!" Guardian yelled, flying straight at the sasquatch.
"Noooo!" body slamming the sasquatch, both fell out of the sky, tumbling down in a never-ending spiral.
"Boom!" Ryder cried, falling back as his airplane crashed, and all the other toys perished in the battle.
"Uh, hi," Ryder looked up as his dad's shadow fell across him.
"Hi," Brick smiled. "What's going on in here?"
"Nothing..." playing nervously with his hands, Ryder answered evasively.
"Really? Because it looks like toy-mageddon," Brick teased. Then he knelt before his son. "Why are you playing all alone?"
Ryder hung his head with a sigh. "No one wanted to play with me. So I decided to play by myself." He fought back a tear.
"That's too bad," Brick said. He was thoughtful for a moment. "How would you like it if I played with you?"
"Really?" Ryder asked.
"Of course," Brick told his son brightly.
"Thanks, Daddy," Ryder gave Brick a big hug. "I'd like that."
"Vroom. Ch, ch, ch, ch," Brick's fighter plane fired rapidly at Ryder's dragon.
"Roar!" the dragon snarled in fury.
Lost in their own little world, father and son spent the rest of a pleasant afternoon together.
~SilverStar-Burst
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