{"id":1871,"date":"2022-03-24T19:57:28","date_gmt":"2022-03-24T19:57:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=1871"},"modified":"2022-03-24T19:57:30","modified_gmt":"2022-03-24T19:57:30","slug":"bats-keer-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/bats-keer-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Bats Keer Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"
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By Rhea Sethi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hi everybody!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m back! It\u2019s me again, Bats Keer. Wow, it\u2019s been a whole month since you\u2019ve heard of me, but I\u2019m sure that you caught me skiing at the 2022 Winter Olympics in Beijing. Wait a minute, you didn\u2019t see me? Huh, I guess that you weren\u2019t watching all of the ski races since the camera folks guaranteed me special coverage of my intense one man race down the strenuous bunny slope which I won. Anyway, last I saw you I was telling you all about my infamous ski trip to Arendelle. Well, let\u2019s pick up right where we left off!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was standing at the doorstep of a bright cottage, feeling extremely worn out from falling down a cliff and shivering from the freezing weather just when the door opened and I was greeted by a rather creepy Hagrid copycat. The last thing I heard was the stranger booming, \u201cI\u2019VE BEEN WONDERING WHEN YOU WOULD JOIN US,\u201d before I passed out. It took a while for me to finally open my eyes but when I did, the sight that greeted me was so terrifying I immediately closed them. I awoke on a white cot in a small wooden room but what scared me was the fact that there was no ceiling! I pushed myself up into a standing position and tried to run away from the open \u201cceiling\u201d until I realized that it is impossible to run away from a ceiling. I decided to try a different approach and face my fears. So I climbed back onto the cot and instead of lying down, I stood on it and slowly wiiled my hand to rise above my head. With a thump, my hand seemed to have hit something and I realized the ceiling was made of glass. Who in their right mind would construct a glass ceiling for a cottage in the middle of the mountains?! Whatever happened to avalanche precautions?! Now more than ever I extremely needed to get out of there so instead of running around the room like a madman, I tried to be a bit more tactical by searching for a door. After some trial and error (including running into the walls) I finally found a way out of that dangerous space. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stumbled out through a small door into a larger room which thankfully had a tall wood beamed ceiling instead of the disastrous glass one I was just under. \u201cYou have finally awakened!\u201d said the man who greeted me earlier, \u201cyoohoo! Big summer blowout!\u201d I guess the man\u2019s voice was not as intimidating as I thought when I was about to faint, instead it was an accented cheery tone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUhhhh hi?\u201d I muttered, still confused and trying to figure out what exactly surrounded me. There looked to be a \u201cbig summer blowout\u201d just as the man mentioned. Sun balms, hats, swimsuits, and other warm weather items rested on shelves throughout the room. Other things such as books, clocks, vases and other objects could also be found. Except for the small neglected winter corner with just a single pair of boots, a winter dress and cloak, rope, and an axe, it seemed as if this shop was meant for an entirely different climate than the current one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy name is Bob,\u201d said Bob, who was seated at a large mahogany table. He was dressed in a comfy green, blue, and orange wool sweater topped off with a matching cap with puffs of hair poking out from under, \u201cwhat is your name?\u201d Should I tell him my name? <\/em>I pondered, I remember Mommy telling me to never ever share my name with strangers. Well\u2026I guess he did kinda save me. <\/em>After some back and forth, I decided to share my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 <\/em>\u201cI am the infamous skier, Bats Keer!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh Bad Skier is your name?\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cHahahahaha! That is the perfect name for you considering you skied off a cliff!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was devastated. \u201c….you saw that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh I see everything!\u201d he joyfully replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd you didn\u2019t come out to help me?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh no no no, you see, it was far too cold outside.\u201d He hastily tried to right his wrongdoings,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, yeah\u2026totally\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Just then the door flew open and a woman around 20 years old trekked into the cabin. Her floral dark green dress–much more suited for a summer garden party–seemed to be frozen solid. Her auburn hair which was swirled into an ornate hairstyle was decorated with icicles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYoohoo! Big summer blowout!\u201d Bob said excitedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh um no thank you,\u201d the woman politely declined in a prim voice with a Norwegian accent. \u201cDo you happen to have boots? And winter dresses?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRight over there, Miss!\u201d Bob pointed to the disregarded winter corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh I see, thank you!\u201d The lady strolled over to the section and ran her hands over the only dress and pair of boots. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly the door flew open yet again and this time a burly man completely engulfed in snow stomped in, leaving imprints of snow in his trail. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bob welcomed the man with his traditional statement. \u201cYoohoo! Big summer blowo-\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo thanks.\u201d The man interrupted with a gruff voice, he made straight to the winter section and grabbed the axe and rope. He also snatched a bundle of carrots off another shelf. The man tossed these items on the wooden table and pressed down a handful of bills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bob carefully thumbed through the bills and burst out laughing. \u201cThis–hahahahaha–is not–hahahahahaha–even close to the amount you need,\u201d He gasped between bursts of laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man–whose feathers have obviously been ruffled by Bob–huffed and stomped out. Meanwhile, the woman carefully picked up her dress and boots and placed them on the counter. She also added the man\u2019s items to her pile. She handed over at least five times the amount of money the man had offered. \u201cI need a ride.\u201d She said with a shrug when Bob gave her a questioning look. And that\u2019s when I realized, I am stranded in the middle of nowhere; I guess I need a ride too. So I followed her out into the blizzard, prepared to do whatever it takes to get back to my beach house in Florida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was my big adventure! I managed to get a ride from the man and with a few detours–including fighting a snow monster, making friends with a talking snowman, and finding some psycho ice queen Elsa–and I finally made it home to the good old sunshine state. My trip to Arendelle definitely opened my eyes; I now know that snow monsters exist! But I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll be going back anytime soon, one can only fight so many snow monsters. Anyway, I gotta go train! As I mentioned in my last speech, an Olympic skier\u2019s life is never ever busy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Toodles!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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