The End is the Begining

A small boy trenches deeply through waist high snow.
His best friend follows diligently behind,
Fastidiously carrying the well-worn toboggan,
Their faithful magic carpet, which always escapes unscathed:
No matter how many ravines they fail to take it over.

What new adventures await our explorers?
Will they be as great as the one's come before?

Starts, meteors, massive schools of galatic shrapnel,
All throttle past an invisible windshield.
A little red spaceship enters the atmosphere of an unknown world.
Canyons soar up from the beyond, Magenta tinted mesas dot the dehydrated barren landscape.
On the horizon, a tangerine disc sits lows in its arid bed,
Just begining to rise.
A lone ridge glides by, but something's wrong!
DANGER?! Alien scum?
No,
Just the teacher,
Come to banish the daydream.

At the sight of a teenager,
The boy begs his parents not to be abandoned.
She's evil, she's shrewd!
She locked them in the garage once!
But, if he's good, she'll play their favorite game.
Big mistake!

Masked and with tiger in hand, the boy begins the match.
The best friends against the babysitter.
In a game that's never played the same way twice.

Winter now and aliens are on the doorstep.
Not content with having purchased the earth for intergalatic foilage,
They claim a "faulty axis", which drops icy white glop and freezes their innards.
They want the climate fixed, but the tiger has a better idea!
Christmas stockings make fine winter coats for earth's new alien masters.
The aliens leave content,
The boy less so.
For with the aliens trudging away with their stockings,
"How will Santa fill them with loot?"

Back to the trenches,
The boys trek through the soft white sheets of snow,
Fresh inked lines drawn on a white sheet of paper.
It's a day full of possibilities.
As his last words, the boy turns to his friend and remarks:
"It's a magical world, Hobbes ol' buddy...let's go exploring!"