So I was outside this morning, shoveling all the snow and ice -- well, mostly ice -- and grumbling to myself. Started thinking about Angel, and that led to, "I bet The Groosalugg could shovel the entire block in the time it takes me to just do the driveway." And that led to this silly little drabble:
Caroline was beginning to regret moving to Chicago, stepping out the door in four layers of clothing and armed with a heavy snow shovel. With a resigned sigh, she began shoveling the front sidewalk, eyes on the ground.
“Would you like some help?”
She looked up to find a man standing there, so handsome, with the most impossible blue eyes.
“Sure…” She couldn’t help staring.
Smiling, he gently took the shovel, and cleared her driveway and sidewalk in five minutes. Within an hour, the entire suburbian street was free of snow.
“Who are you?” She asked, amazed.
“Call me Groo.”
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