This week’s words: Foolish Figment Need Circle Jump Myrmidon (n.)) a person who executes without question or scruple a master’s commands. Also see mythology) Entangle Glint Hood Chocolate Eccentric Willowwacks (A wooded or uninhabited area. )
Joan Circle never had to try hard to be foolish. She was quite eccentric on any good day and as the foundation member of the Willowwacks Naturist club was known to jump right into the lifestyle of the naked and bare at any time of the year.
As the southern winter intensified and the snow and ice accumulated on the ground, Joan Circle felt the need to attract more and more foolhardy members to share the invigoration of a cold winters morning with.
The cold she would argue to the shivering naked group before her was a figment of their imagination. It was incumbent she argued for each and every one of them to get out in the ice and snow, frolic as they’d never frolicked before, and allow the ice and snow to stimulate every nook and cranny of their being.
And so, it was, the group opened the door to their lodge and ventured forth into the freeze. Elsie Myrmidon, a sixties lady with the remnants of her once stunning figure hanging precariously close to the snow drifts launched herself into the packed snow and for a second all that could be seen was the crack of her bottom. She became entangled in the snow drift, and everyone held their breath as a snow-covered Elsie fought her way out.
Before them stood the shivering form of a woman, the snow now hooded over her head as she looked around and the glint in her eye and the smile on her dial was enough to encourage them all to roll, frolic, jump, and throw snowballs at each other.
Joan Circle called them all to order and ushered their frozen bits and pieces back into the lodge where cups of steaming hot chocolate awaited them.
Each member giggled as they realised they had been as foolish as the other.