Boston was lovely on Christmas. All the lights and decorations flooded the crowded skating rink as you and Angus attempted not to fall onto the ice.
Mr.Hunham watched the both of you from outside the rink, smoking his pipe as usual. Angus was doing all sorts of silly things until, naturally, he fell chest first onto the icy rink - resulting in the front of his dark coat to glisten with the specks of ice that covered it.
He was laughing and didn't seem hurt... but he wasn't getting up either!
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.