The Midnight Snack

Camouflaged by the cartographers’ naked eye, using their trusted compasses, two land masses remained divided. Culprit, an undetected, rare Mother nature phenomenon diagnosed as the collision between global warming and the cold war.

Every day, while the sun resided, overseeing all the continents, tropical temperatures graced the world’s inhabitants, giving many the opportunity, rejoice sing, honor the yellow shining gift bestowed granting human life forms, resulting in an illuminated path. But like clockwork, replacing each full rotation, when the golden ball retires, freezing frigid abuse occupies the seasonal post, tormenting anyone nocturnal hiking.

Watching the daily postcard late afternoon promotional advertisement setting, take its place luring innocent photographers, presenting a beautiful picture as hook able bait. Nautical Nida reversed the fashionably friendly yacht’s luxury transportation vehicle’s itinerary and headed towards the borderline. Seeing icy conditions forming, the sailor, uniformed dressed Captain, knew exactly how much time was needed before the summer wardrobe ensemble called for more layers.

“Hey you, Red,” Nautical Nida screamed, seeing a curious critter finding refreshment from the outdoor drinking fountain, “what are you waiting for? A bridge over troubled water?”

Picking up his head, the red bear scampered away, disappearing into the mist, relieving the maritime ranger, citing, ‘nothing to see here’.

Carefully navigating her way through the treacherous tundra, the dedicated community servant approached an ageless ally acting as a border guard. “Karol, Karol the Kraken,” Nautical Nida conjured.

Suddenly, a head emerged, with a vigilant stare, handing over a doggie bag filled with treats.

“How are you doing tonight? Protecting our ships from any invading armies?” Nautical Nida questioned, expecting the gigantic monstrous legend to respond.

Getting the social security treatment, Nautical Nida returned home following the guiding beacon lamp her Uncle provided up at the main house. “Admiral Anchorage bring me home safe,” she whispered, and minutes later the experienced boater, fought off the wind, tying knots. Once secure, the veteran naval officer's only niece folded her arms, selecting global warming interest over the cold war.

Darkness deemed itself royalty and Nautical Nida closed the wooden door, enjoying the fire Admiral Anchorage spent the last few hours stoking. “Achoo,” Nautical Nida sneezed.

“Your welcome,” Admiral Anchorage declared, “did the enemy get you? You should wear more then a swimsuit when patrolling,”

“Uncle Anchorage,” Nautical Nida laughed, “when I leave in the aurora hours its a good eighty degrees.”

“And that translates to?” Admiral Anchorage investigated.

“Twenty six Celsius, below freezing,”

“That is correct,” Admiral Anchorage confirmed removing his pipe, “Whatcha got there?”

“Karol the Kraken gave me freshly prepared Polish Bigos,” Nautical Nida answered, “from his many late night rendezvouses.”

“Karol the Kraken, does a wonderful job out there,” Admiral Anchorage commentated falling silent.

After consuming frozen television dinners Nautical Nida made herself coffee, then grabbed a blanket, settling on the couch.

“Word got back to me, Nida,” Admiral Anchorage started puffing his stoic prop, “our magic dragon friend is doing something really interesting around the midnight hour.”

“What is that Uncle Anchorage?”

“Making sure the bear has a pathway to our land,”

“And how is he doing that?”

“Stretching himself thin, creating a bridge,”

“A bridge over troubled water?”

“No my dear Nida, a Bearing straight,” Admiral Anchorage corrected, “now why do you think Karol the Kraken would perform such a magnificent feat?”

“Act of goodwill?” Nautical Nida answered.

“Whatever you say, you are the future,” Admiral Anchorage rose, “I am going upstairs, monitor the action out there.”

“Why? Uncle Anchorage? It seems pretty quiet,” Nautical Nida finished her drink.

“Need to see what our underwater border guard is doing,”

“Spreading good will, Uncle Anchorage, that is all,” Nautical Nida reported.

“Hmm,” Admiral Anchorage noted ascending the stairs.

Once perched the crusted seaman, picked up his binoculars, observing the tranquil evening. It did not take long and the elderly freedom fighter spotted Karol the Kraken create the causeway, green lighting ‘red bear passage’.

Carrying a rod and reel the red bear halted right in the middle, dropping a line. Seconds later gullible fishes were permanently apprehended and the guest proceeded along, reaching Nautical Nida’s side.

“Quite a fisherman you are,” the watch tower commander viewed, impressed the bear started a snow controlled blaze before a rare green grassy patch earned lettuce entertain honors. Admiral Anchorage figured the neighborly customer ordered a salad, complementing the fried filet, rounding out a healthy meal. Dining out completed, the red bear extinguished the outdoor grill, cleaned up the mess and departed the grounds, aided by Karol the Kraken’s kindness. Concluding, peace reigning, Admiral Anchorage ventured downstairs and raided the refrigerator. Pulling the Polish bigos out, he heated the contents, nuking them one minute.

“So did Karol the Kraken perform any treasonous activities?” A voice underneath sleeping covers inquired.

“I do not know yet,”

“What are you doing? Uncle Anchorage?”

“Having a midnight snack,” Admiral Anchorage defended.

“Well, I ask you again, did Karol the Kraken perform any treasonous activities?” Nautical Nida repeated, sacrificing her morning breakfast.