“Abominable”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: “The abominable snowman.” — suggested by E. L. Stew

Okay, let’s get this straight right off the bat: I’m not a snowman.

I have no idea how that idea came about, but I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that I am not made from snow. I am flesh and blood, just like you (I’m assuming that I’m talking to a sentient being, but then again, that doesn’t mean much nowadays).

So, I’m glad we got that out of the way. Now, onto the next topic at hand: my abominableness.

Honestly, I don’t know where this came from either. I always thought of myself as polite and kind, but I guess the definition of both of those things greatly differs depending on where you’re from.

For example, I met this strange explorer a few years ago. Vince, I think his name was. I was taking a nap and he mistook me for a hill. He climbed all the way up onto my back to look around at his surroundings when I woke up. He, of course, toppled all the way down and landed hard on the ground. When I realized what I had done, I bent down to shake his hand and apologize, but he took one look at my face and ran off screaming.

Now, I’m not saying that I’m an angel or anything. I’m definitely not. If I was an angel, I would’ve realized that Vince was perched on my back and I wouldn’t have stood up at all. I mean come on, I’m not magical or anything. That’d just be silly.

I guess I can say that it was my grandma’s fault for the humans calling us abominable. She used to chase away all those ‘annoying pests’ who showed up on her doorstep. She would wave her broomstick and shout at them to get lost.

Now that she’s older, she mostly spends her time sleeping and leaves the human-chasing up to us ‘young folk’. All of us grandkids tell her that we make sure to properly protect her house from all the humans, but in reality, the humans run away at just the sight of us.

I guess I don’t really care being called abominable, or being called a snowman. I just wish that humans would give us a chance, because I’ll tell you, it can get lonely up here sometimes, all alone in these snowy hills…

Final Comments: For some reason, I always picture abominable snowmen as being cute and misunderstood… Sure they’re massive, but come on, they’re fluffy!!

Overall Rating: 😅