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The beast unfolded itself from the rock, splitting the waterfall and sending massive icicles smashing to the ground. The lights of a thousand spirits twisted around its night-black body in shifting greens and blues. It stretched to its full height and stood like a small mountain, then levelled its great serpentine snout to her, its great wings quivering around its bulk.
Devon half jumped out of her snowsuit in her shock. She’d been too trapped in her own thoughts to hear the crunching of boots. She eyed the small figure in a thin winter coat. The boy didn’t even have gloves or a toque on. His cheeks and nose were bright red and probably frostbitten. “It’s freezing out here. Where are your parents?”
(To be sung in your head like the classic Christmas song, “Winter Wonderland”) Bike bells ring, are you listening? In the rain, cheese wheels are glistening, a mooi prachtig night, tall ones out tonight, walking in a kerstmis Netherlands. Blown away, by the strong winds, Here to stay, in these flat lands.