Cup O' Cocoa

Cocoa starts a Snowball Fight

The next day, I woke up in Cocoa's bed. She wasn't in the room. I bolted up to search the apartment until I was stopped at the kitchen by the smell of pancakes. "Bon appetit!" Cocoa said when she saw me.

Cocoa was wearing a chef's hat, an apron, and was holding a bottle of syrup. Cocoa looked at it and explained. "I don't have any more homemade." she said. I shrugged and sat down to eat.

The pancake was absolutely divine! Light and fluffy, drenched in syrup, and served fresh. I finished in a little over an hour. Cocoa had made a whole stack. Creampuff had his own stack of tiny pancakes. He nibbled them and finished five minutes after me. "Let's go skating!" Cocoa suggested.

I went to get my suitcase. Mom had packed my green sweater and pants. I pulled on my shirt, but my pants were more of a struggle. Creampuff was chewing my pant leg. I tried to pull him off, but Creampuff looked at me as if to say "I don't think so." I poked him and he hopped off. I tugged my pants on and tied my shoes.

"Let's go!" Cocoa called. This time she was wearing a leopard print long-sleeve shirt and leopard tights. I followed her. She paused and then turned around and said "Silly me, I forgot the sled! How else is one to get there?" "Tell me about it." I replied, remembering Meg's incident with the tree. I looked at the spot where Cocoa was, and didn't see her.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Cocoa called from down the hallway. I walked over. "I always like to slide down the rail when the desk manager isn't looking." Cocoa told me. She peeked from behind the wall and apparently didn't see the desk manager, so swung a leg over the rail and slid down. I walked down instead.

We ran out the door and hopped onto the sled. After a couple minutes, Cocoa stopped right in front of the ice. I swapped my snow boots for skates and raced onto the ice. Then I fell flat on my face. Cocoa pulled me up. "I think you need a little help-" a snowball hit the back of her head.

I saw a boy across the pond laugh and high-five his friends. "Snowball fight!" yelled Cocoa, rolling a ball from the snow beside the pond. She threw it and it hit the boy in the face. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three other boys were covered in snow.

We fist bumped and then got Cocoa slapped by a whizzing snowball from a skinny boy with jet black hair and a smirk. A second later, one came at my face. I ducked, so it only grazed my ear. "Missed me, missed me!" I taunted. He threw another and I got hit in the chest. Cocoa nailed him with two snowballs and wound up for a third. A group of kids walking over saw the scene and joined in.

There were hundreds of snowballs all over the place. I got hit at least forty times and Cocoa was a top target. She dodged most, jumping into the air and sliding on her belly to avoid ten snowballs being thrown at different parts of her body.

A short boy with blonde hair could be seen beside a huge snowball that is twice his size. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he pushed the snowball down the hill. It built bigger and bigger, picking up snow as it rolled. Eventually, everyone was bowled over by it. Including me.

My head was buried and snow was sneaking down my shirt, causing my chest to all but freeze as I tried to push myself out. I moved enough snow away from my face to see leopard tights standing at the top of a tunnel. The rest of Cocoa's body was visible. She dug over to me and curled up. "This is so fun, right!" Then we crashed into something big and hard.