Hot Chocolate and Marshmallows
“Forgetful Fred,” said his wife, Sarah, who just finished washing the breakfast dishes. “It is so hot in here. Do you have the heat turned on?”
“I turned it up a bit earlier this morning,” said Forgetful Fred. “It was a bit cool outside.”
“Is this not July?” asked Sarah.
“I do believe it is,” said Forgetful Fred, taking a good look at the calendar on his phone.
“It feels more like March or April,” said Forgetful Fred. “I think I am going to build us a fire in the fireplace.”
“What will the neighbours think?” asked Sarah. “A fire in July. That seems a bit extreme.”
“It doesn’t matter what the neighbours think,” said Forgetful Fred. “I bet Burt and Susan have a fire in their fireplace.”
“You are probably right,” said Sarah, thinking about their neighbours Burt and Susan and how much they disliked the cold. “But it is just wrong.”
“We do live in Canada,” said Forgetful Fred.
“Yes we do,” said Sarah.
“Canadians have to be prepared for any type of weather at any time of the year,” said Forgetful Fred. “Now let me build a fire and why don’t you get us a glass of lemonade.”
“Lemonade!” exclaimed Sarah. “How about some hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate with marshmallows sounds perfect,” said Forgetful Fred.
Forgetful Fred went outside to get some firewood. He saw his neighbour Burt outside.
“You aren’t grabbing firewood?” asked Burt. “Are you?”
“Uh yes,” said Forgetful Fred. “I am.”
“Susan and I just had a big argument about having a fire in July,” said Burt. “I told her there was no way you and Sarah would ever have a fire in July.”
“If you are cold,” said Forgetful Fred. “Then why not.”
“You are right,” said Burt. “What is wrong with it? If we are cold then why not have a fire. Susan wanted some lemonade though. I think it will be silly to be sitting by the fire drinking lemonade.”
“I wanted lemonade too” said Forgetful Fred laughing. “Sarah decided to have hot chocolate instead.”
“Yes, good idea,” asked Burt. “Hot chocolate and of course, marshmallows too.”
“That is what we are having,” said Forgetful Fred.
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