fit of giggling and hopping.  She rushed over to it and began examining it, proclaiming as she went through each part of it (as Jenna barked happily and joined her at her side) "I love these rudders!  I love this brushbow!"  She turned quickly towards her parents and shouted "I love this sled!"  Steele smiled in spite of himself.  He would never admit it to others, but he did have a spot of warm feeling for the little girl.  But whether that was honest and altruistic, or because of his intended designs on Jenna, was anybody's guess.

Rosy's parents laughed as their daughter thrilled herself to this new experience.  Grabbing a leather harness made for the sled, which Mr. Johansson attached to the brushbow, Rosy said "Jenna, Jenna!  You're lead dog!"  She had a bit of trouble with the harness, cautioning "Okay, just a minute."  Jenna calmly and gently assisted her in getting it around her body.  Forgetting to climb on the sled, in her excitement, Rosy held onto the straps and shouted "Come on, mush!"

As she did, Rosy's mother pulled something from underneath her coat, and leaned over to Rosy, saying "then you'll need this."  It was a brand new musher's cap!  Rosy's mother placed it on her head.  It was just a bit large, but Rosy adjusted it and gasped with joy.  "A real musher's hat!  We're a real sled team now!"  She jumped onto the runners of the little sled, grabbed hold of the handles and, as Jenna barked and started off towards the door, she shouted "Mush!"  In a moment, they were out the door.

Rosy's parents laughed as they watched their daughter disappear out of the door.  "Mr. Johansson", exclaimed Rosy's father, "the sled is beautiful!"  He pulled out his wallet from his inner coat pocket as Rosy's mother, offering her appreciation, said "We're very grateful!" 

Rosy came running back in shouting "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" as she went to both of her parents and Mr. Johansson in turn, and then disappeared as quickly back out of the door.  They all laughed again as Rosy' father observed "Rosy's grateful too, huh?"  Mr. Johansson chuckled, saying "Yeah, so I gather!"  Rosy popped in again, excitely offering one more show of gratitude, and then called to the three adults.  "Watch this!"  Her mother replied "Coming, sweetheart".

As Rosy's parents turned to go out the door, the scene started to fade around Steele and the spirit.  What materialized around them both next was a daytime wintry scene on Front Street in town.  The sidewalks were roped off from the street itself, and crowds were gathered behind those ropes, cheering and chattering.  Steele could see, out of the corner of his eye, someone he had come to intensely dislike...the wolfdog named Balto.  Balto had slipped through a sea of legs, and was looking out across the street, where he caught a glimpse of Jenna and Rosy.  Clearly his reaction showed Steele that Balto was quite taken with her, and Steele grunted at the prospect.  "He hasn't got a chance", Steele mused to himself.  Behind him, he heard the spirit clear his throat as if to get him to focus on the scene playing out before them, or perhaps simply to reproach him.  Smirking, and with a laughing briefly under his breath, he shrugged and refocused his attention. 

Down the street, a team was rapidly approaching.  It was his own team.  "This must be the race we just finished yesterday", Steele said.  In reply, the spirit acknowledged "It is.  And it was a 'clean' win, 'ey, Steele?" the spirit prodded knowingly.

With a tinge of conceit, Steele simply rolled his eyes, grunting "Meh" in response.  Behind him, he caught the sound of Rosy's voice cheering him on, just as a gust of wind blew past him.  Her cheers changed abruptly to a cry of "My hat!"  Steele looked back, and saw a small musher's hat, caught by the wind and tossing about in the air, come to land in the middle of the street, right in the path of his approaching team.  His smile dropped to a frown, but he said or did nothing.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Balto rush out into the street just as his team passed by, to the sudden surprise (and several comments) from the crowd of people.  Balto raced to catch up to the team, rapidly closing on it.  As he came even with Steele's doppelganger, that one turned in surprise as he noticed Balto racing alongside of him.  Sneering at Balto, he grunted "Hey!  Out of my way, lobo!"

Balto ignored the jibe, and continued racing neck-and-neck with Steele.  Steele pushed hard to outpace him, but Balto's attention was now fixated on the hat laying directly in their path.  Steele got a sudden idea, and turned and snapped at Balto's legs.  But Balto leapt up into the air and spun at the same time, coming to land just in front of the team, and in just enough time to grab the hat and scramble out of the way.  He came to a sliding halt in front of the crowd, just short of the finish line, the hat safely in his mouth.  The team continued on past the finish line and was lost from Steele's sight by the rush of the crowd as they went to get a better look at it.

Steele saw Balto cautiously trot over to Rosy and Jenna, and he turned the hat back over to a grateful Rosy.  "Balto!" she protested, "what a crazy thing to do!"  Balto lowered his head just a bit, but had a friendly smile on his face.  Rosy continued, her tone changing to one of playful teasing, "Just to impress a pretty girl."  Balto and Jenna smiled at each other, looking into each others' eyes.  And again, the scene faded.

As a new scene came into existence around Steele and the spirit, he saw it was now dark outside.  They were standing before the Maynard-Columbus hospital in town, and in front of them was Jenna.  She was standing outside alone, before one of the big windows.  Inside, Steele could see the doctor and a few nurses, attending to several people of various ages, who each appeared to be in great discomfort, coughing and holding their foreheads.  Among them was little Rosy.

Jenna barked a few times, and caught Rosy's attention.  The little girl came rushing out happily through the front door of the hospital, while Jenna pranced towards her, barking happily in response.  Rosy greeted her with as much excitement as she could muster, saying  "Hi girl!"  They danced around in the snow together for a couple of seconds, and then Rosy came to a sudden standstill and started coughing.  Jenna stopped and, with a look of concern on her face, nudged Rosy's arm in sympathy.

Rosy's father came to the open door of the hospital, and called out to his daughter.  "Rosy!  Rosy, come on.  You're gonna catch your death out here!"  "Okay, dad", she replied.  "Come on", he said, "the doctor's waiting."  They walked up the front steps, Rosy still coughing, and back through the door, closing it behind them. 

The scene quickly shifted to a private examination room.  There, while Rosy's parents stood in the background, deeply concerned for their daughter, the doctor examined her.  Steele turned towards the window, and saw Jenna watching from outside.  She was momentarily distracted by something, and he wondered what it was.  But he found himself able to hear what was going on outside as well as inside.  Jenna seemed very sad, on the verge of tears. 

Steele then heard a voice he recognized.  It was Balto's.  "Jenna?"  He then saw Balto pop up at the window alongside Jenna, who explained "Rosy's in there."  Balto cast a concerned glance through the window.  "In the hospital?  Why?"  Steele was aware, simultaneously, of the events transpiring on both sides of the window, though he did not understand how this was possible.  As he saw the doctor remove a thermometer from Rosy's mouth, he heard Jenna say "She feels warm. She has a terrible cough."  Rosy wheezed and put her hand around her throat, in obvious pain.

Outside, Jenna turned to Balto, her voice nearly faltering as she asked "Balto, what's wrong with her?"  Balto's voice became very soft and sympathetic.  "Huh.  I'm not sure, but I know how we can find out."  He started to get down off of the pile of logs they were both standing on.  "Come on."  And with that, they both set off through the snow, as the scene again began to change.

When the scene refocused, Steele found himself standing with the spirit inside of a rear room of the hospital.  In it was a large metal furnace, similar to the one with which Steele was more familiar.  Balto and Jenna walked in, and Steele watched as Balto ducked through a small hatch in the wall, followed closely by Jenna.  Inside, the surroundings became very tight and claustrophobic.  It was dank and dark, with cobwebs hanging here and there.  The floor was nothing more than dirt.  The two of them were, it seemed, navigating through a long crawlspace beneath the hospital floor.  Balto cautioned Jenna to "Stay close."  Watching a mouse skitter by and screech in response to their presence, Jenna assured



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March 02, 2016
Usa Male
Cool. And yes, I dare say we do.

February 29, 2016
Usa Male
O' Cap'n My Cap'n!
If you look now on the forum topic, the post about possible casting ideas is there:

http://www.animationsource.org/board/post1509920.html#p1509920

February 29, 2016
Usa Male
O' Cap'n My Cap'n!
Well thank you again, DT. I should be releasing my thoughts as to a what-if casting in that forum topic tonight sometime. But yes, I would imagine that, on its own (without being reworked AS a Christmas story), it probably wouldn't work as a televised movie (or otherwise). But then, that was never my intent originally, so I'm really not worried about that. It's just fun to imagine it. A lot of us do that with our characters and our fan fictions, don't we?

February 25, 2016
Usa Male
Well, I finally got to the last page. I've got to say that I don't know as this would have worked movie-wise, but as a fanfic... you've done it again, JC.

February 25, 2016
Usa Male
Private Messaging it is, then.

February 24, 2016
Usa Male
O' Cap'n My Cap'n!
Dragon Tamer, you must admit that, when weighing the names of two fictional figures, there is absolutely no doubt whatsoever that "Santa Claus" is going to be about a gajillion times more recognizable than "Wishbone". Say "Santa Claus", and the nostalgia spans generations--and more than one hundred years (just in the United States). Say "Wishbone", and (at least in the U.S.) somebody is likely to think you're talking about a brand of salad dressing. lol

You're an evangelical Christian. Not that I am knocking that, but I would imagine that if there are any Christians on the planet who do not generally ascribe to or condone a child's very harmless (and brief) belief in the secular Santa Claus myth, which takes nothing whatsoever away from Christian celebrations of the holiday, it would be evangelicals and fundamentalists. But that is, I will admit, a presumption based upon my own experience in encounters with evangelicals and fundamentalists. But I REALLY don't want that to become another tangent that gets discussed on this page.

February 24, 2016
Usa Male
You're welcome; I've found major typos in posts of mine in the past, so I can relate.

Your idea for the forum topic sounds promising. I've sometimes wondered who I'd pick to voice OCs myself.

One other note on the Wishbone thing (this is the last thing I plan to say about it here; I promise); I guess considering where you're at now it would be pretty hard to develop an appreciation for the books and show if you hadn't grown up with them, as you said. I know nothing of "Dog with a Blog," but I can relate to having a harder time latching onto younger-age entertainment when nostalgia isn't involved. All the same, I would point out that you yourself once thought it strange - if not downright unfortunate - that I went through my entire childhood never believing in Santa Claus beyond his historical roots.

February 23, 2016
Usa Male
O' Cap'n My Cap'n!
Ah yes...thank you for spotting that spelling error. That must have been at a point when I was writing late at night, and not keeping track. Even with my editing scan of the document later on, I missed it. Huh. But it has been corrected.

My interpretation of the Ghost of the Present was based mostly on the 1951 movie version. Even moreso than the literary one. I like the way the actor who played him brought a certain feel to the role. Kevin Michael Richardson would indeed be a good choice. I envisioned Dennis Haysbert, whom you may recognize as the pitchman who always appears in the Allstate Insurance commercials. He's not only got a resonating voice, but is a good actor who also, like Kevin, has VO experience in cartoons (among others, he played Kilowog in the Justice League series). Here is a snippet (sorry, you'll have to copy and paste) of him appearing on Conan O'Brien's show:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHFQe7mTxqA

Interestingly, you've given me an idea...putting together a post, in the existing Balto forum post I have for the fan fiction, of a voice cast I would have loved to see for this. Got some pretty good ideas.

February 23, 2016
Usa Male
Kind of forgot where I was in the story, but looking gave me a chance to re-view the Ghost of Christmas Present. I like the character; charming, yet forceful towards the end. I could very easily seem him being voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson if this ever became a cartoon - which I would completely support based on what I've seen so far.

Chapter 4 is good, although I think you used the wrong spelling for "sight" in the first paragraph. In all other respects your choice of wording to describe the third ghost (like calling its body a "corpse") is impressive, as is the touch of describing how it sounded breathing.

I would have read past the end of page 12 if not for time constraints, but I'm impressed as before. The description of Star telling what had happened is a very well-written "what if," and the way you kept them going right up until that last obstacle really kept me guessing. Nice.

February 19, 2016
Usa Male
O' Cap'n My Cap'n!
I just watched some clips too (it appears the literature is based off of the television series, rather than the usual literature as inspiration for television series thing). Didn't care for it. Seemed too silly for me. But that is because now, as an adult, I see no magic in it, and no attraction. Perhaps if I were a child in the 1990s (and by that, I mean an ACTUAL child, whom the series targets for an audience, and not a teenager), I might have felt different.

But this thing strike me as being about as interesting as the TV series "Dog With A Blog"...which really isn't very interesting or entertaining. Or deep.

But again, just my opinion. Let's just leave this particular tangent at that.

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