The Losing Tales
Crystal Frost buttoned up her winter coat, the soft fabric a warm embrace against the chilly winter air.
“Aunt Matty,” she said, turning to her aunt with a concerned expression, “I’m going to the hockey game. Do you feel up to coming with me yet?”
Aunt Matty, wrapped in a cozy blanket on the couch, coughed weakly and shook her head.
“I think I should skip this one,” she said, her voice husky from illness.
Crystal nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with concern for her aunt’s health.
“It’s good for you to get more sleep,” she said, tucking the blanket snugly around Aunt Matty’s shoulders. “The Storyland Tales will have to do with just me cheering them on.”
Aunt Matty chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“We know they’ll lose,” she laughed, her voice weak but playful.
Crystal smiled and headed out into the cold winter evening, the crisp air invigorating her senses. She loved the weather, the snowflakes dancing around her like tiny ballerinas as she made her way to the hockey rink. As she took her seat, the chill of the cold air was replaced by the warmth and excitement of the crowd.
The game was intense, the players skating swiftly across the ice, their sticks clashing as they battled for control of the puck. Crystal screamed with excitement, her voice hoarse from cheering.
“Come on, Tales!” she yelled, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “It would be wonderful if you could even win one game!”
But despite her fervent cheering, the Tales seemed doomed to lose, their usual struggles evident in their gameplay. As the game wore on, Crystal began to feel a pang of sadness. She missed Aunt Matty, who was normally by her side, cheering on their beloved team.
“Poor Aunt Matty,” she said to herself, just as the Tales let another goal in. “The Tales are going to lose, and I should go look after Aunt Matty. She’s getting older, and she needs my help.”
Crystal hurried home, eager to check on Aunt Matty and bring her some comfort. She found her aunt sitting on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, a warm cup of tea in her hands.
“Did the Tales lose?” Aunt Matty asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Crystal smiled wryly.
“They were on their losing streak,” she said. “But the truth is, the hockey game just wasn’t the same without you.”
Aunt Matty’s face softened, her eyes filled with love and gratitude.
“That’s so sweet,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The next morning, Crystal woke up to a surprise. She checked her phone and found out that the Tales had actually won the game.
“The Tales actually won!” she exclaimed, laughing.
“They won without us!” Aunt Matty chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Maybe we’re the problem. They do seem to win when we’re not there.”
Crystal grinned, feeling happy that Aunt Matty was on the mend.
“At least you’re feeling better,” she said, hugging her aunt tightly.
“Much better,” said Aunt Matty, smiling. “However, next hockey game, we’re staying home.”
Crystal laughed, knowing that sometimes the best way to support their team was to watch from the comfort of their own home, surrounded by love and laughter.
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