Sunday, February 23, 2014

Snowbound Language


As a salve for winter weariness, follow herein the travails of a snowbound family. With unrelenting snow obliterating the features of their once familiar world, they become even more disoriented as snow begins to blanket their language as well. A convenient glossary of terms can be found at the accompanying post entitled "Principitation."



SNOWBOUND LANGUAGE

“Isn’t it snice?” asked the snaughter, looking out the window at the latest principitation. “Looks like snizzle to me,” answered her snaddy with a snown. His snack was still snurting from snoveling the sniveway the snay before.


As they gazed out over the snooftops of their beloved snown, the sunlight danced on the snazzeleen snowscape, all snapples and snazeycakes after sneeks and sneeks of snow.


Snay after snay, Snaddy had snoveled the snidewalk so the sneighbors could sneeze through with their stroller. First had come the snuff, which was pretty enough, but soon followed the snizzle, the snain, and the dreaded snice. The snaughters had been snappy not to have snhool, but as the snours turned to snays, and the snays to sneeks, and the snow rose towards the snooftops, they grew sneary of being snowbound.

“I can't snake it any snore!,” said the snife, sneepless after another snight of her snusband’s snoring. She had snuffered the snings and snarrows of outrageous snortune one snight too many. “I’m snorry, Snowcakes," offered the snusband sneepishly.

All power in the sneighborhood had been snost. “Snead as a snoornail,” declared Snaddy when his snellphone finally snied. “Maybe we could snask the sneighbors to call,” said a snaughter. “But we don’t even snow their snames,” answered Snaddy, snooking out at the snarkening sky.

“I better take the snog for a slog before we get any more snow,” said Snaddy, climbing out the second floor window, snog in snand. The snog, too, was losing touch with other sneighborhood snogs, as each snay’s p-mails became buried under new-fallen snow. Snavigating the snarrow, snow-lined snidewalk, the snog sniffed disappointedly, then snarled at a snogger snotting by.

Seeing the sneighbors approaching, Snaddy hastened to cross the sneet, snarrowly snissing being snit by a snar. "Snow down!", he snouted at the sniver. Just the other snay, the snog had snarked suddenly at the sneighbors, snaring the snickens out of the sniny snot in the stroller.


The trees had long since become snees, and snice had turned many a weak-trunked snee into a snoodle. “Once a snoodle, always a snoodle,” worried Snaddy, snooking at a birch snee arched completely over in front of a snouse. Dodging the snool snipping from the snees, Snaddy wondered how he had ever become the designated snog-slogger.




Finally they returned snome, the snog’s fur filthy from the snirty snow lining the sneets. That evening, as they snat down to sneat some leftover snoup, sneary beyond snords, Snaddy wondered if he’d ever snortle again.

“Is it possible to be blinded by the snight if it’s snight-time?” asked one snaughter, confused by the new snowbound language. “Why are we snalking like this?” asked the other. “I don’t snow,” answered Snaddy, “but it has something to do with snimate snange. Just snink good snoughts, and snope it snoon will be snover.”










2 comments:

  1. were you reading any Dr. Sneuss shortly before writing this? Horton Hear a Whoo or snomething like that? I wonder about your snaughters.... what they will snudy and what they will become because sngenetics OR snenvironment, they are in an unusual place. Snientists? spoets? snusicians?

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  2. For sninsperation, snisten to Victor Borge's Inflationary Language: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOmdLmwZ_ww

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