Post by Jack Russell on Dec 24, 2007 18:52:21 GMT
Eyes bright against the dark contrast of his fur, Jack plows ahead, leading the pack of a staggering group of students that keep slipping in the new fallen snow as it churns beneath their feet. Climbing the side of the snowbank with relative ease, Jack turns a circle and waits, wagging his tail in excitement, urging his class to put more vigor into falling into the snow and shivering; it builds character. Watching a few stray from the group and crash into a line of knee-deep snow, Jack makes a note to Arthur who is leading a few stragglers at the back and acting as his translator for the day.
"Students.. if you will pay close attention..," Arthur notes, finally managing to catch up with the last of the group behind him. "That it is imperative.. to avoid strenuous exertion.." He pauses to catch his breath, and readjust his scarf. "..and patches of snow over your shoes. It requires far more.. energy.. and perspiring can prompt hypothermia." Unease rivets through the group and Arthur nods to Jack. I hardly believe it is necessary to scare them, Jack.
Better to scare them now than later. It's a grim fact, but Jack knows that withholding the truth in a survival situation is dangerous. Jack flicks an ear dismissively to the side and stands up straight, gazing at a distant line of trees. Wind's picking up. We'll have to settle for a small tree so we can back before it starts snowing again. Don't tell them that though.
Pap! "Hey!"
"Pasquale, pare por favor," Arthur murmurs, though unable to resist a smile. "Lo siento, Señor Coleman!" a small student chirrups, grinning mischievously "¿Estamos allí todavía?" she quips, already making another snowball.
"No," Arthur replies simply, distracted as Jack sends him a new string of information. "Come now, we're almost there," Arthur says, continuing on and ushering those behind him to follow, pausing to translate for the handful of his exchange students.
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Pasquale, pare por favor = Pasquale, stop please.
Lo siento, Señor Coleman! = Sorry, Mr. Coleman!
Estamos allí todavía? = Are we there yet?
"Students.. if you will pay close attention..," Arthur notes, finally managing to catch up with the last of the group behind him. "That it is imperative.. to avoid strenuous exertion.." He pauses to catch his breath, and readjust his scarf. "..and patches of snow over your shoes. It requires far more.. energy.. and perspiring can prompt hypothermia." Unease rivets through the group and Arthur nods to Jack. I hardly believe it is necessary to scare them, Jack.
Better to scare them now than later. It's a grim fact, but Jack knows that withholding the truth in a survival situation is dangerous. Jack flicks an ear dismissively to the side and stands up straight, gazing at a distant line of trees. Wind's picking up. We'll have to settle for a small tree so we can back before it starts snowing again. Don't tell them that though.
Pap! "Hey!"
"Pasquale, pare por favor," Arthur murmurs, though unable to resist a smile. "Lo siento, Señor Coleman!" a small student chirrups, grinning mischievously "¿Estamos allí todavía?" she quips, already making another snowball.
"No," Arthur replies simply, distracted as Jack sends him a new string of information. "Come now, we're almost there," Arthur says, continuing on and ushering those behind him to follow, pausing to translate for the handful of his exchange students.
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Pasquale, pare por favor = Pasquale, stop please.
Lo siento, Señor Coleman! = Sorry, Mr. Coleman!
Estamos allí todavía? = Are we there yet?
