A scintillating smile beneath chestnut eyes, and a sonorous, dulcet contralto that could quite literally shake floorboards. Shades, I was dazzled by her gleaming smile. Perhaps I was the only one paying attention to those pearly whites. I certainly was the only one not screaming.
I asked her name while she carefully withdrew her toes from the shanty ski lodge that, to my recollection, needed no helping paw in improving its skylight, nor the glazing that covered its roof. She merely grinned at me, tipping her nose, as I suspected, to the camera that hung from my neck, swinging by its frayed strap. 'The picture will last longer than the name,' she purred (without the slightest bit of stereotypical outback inflection), drowning the pall of wails about her feet -- patrons that hadn't stopped to marvel as I had. My mitts closed over my camera, obscuring a cheeky grin as she held still long enough to strike a pose.
I was all too happy to oblige and snap her portrait by rumbling request rather than experience her toothy grin at a very close range.
In the view finder, I stared slackjawed at swaying attributes. Some of the crowd fleeing the chalet had gathered in the parking lot. Pointing up at the looming yellow canine mountain. Shouting in amazement that the dingo lass had male orbs that dwarfed even the SUV's in the parking lot.
Growling like thunder, she, or perhaps shi, began to groom hirself most closely down there. From a pelvic mound of mountain meadow gold, she teased forth an aroused shaft. All I could do was snap another picture as the crowd gaped at the sight of a dingo thunderstorm spawning a dark tornado of arousal. Fog wisps arose around the living, veined twister. Like lemmings they stood below the swaying and gyrating dog.
A vast hindpaw lifted upwards and planted itself upon the cliff behind the chalet. The ground jolted underneath my feet. Cliff and snow flowed downwards. Crashing into the back of the chalet.
The spawning storm met with heated climax. A hailstorm of hot white, streamed forth, matching the avalanche. Those not buried under a dingo's white passion fled just as I snapped a final picture.
Though out of range of the flood, I somehow was rooted to where I stood. Those who were caught in the stream lay like old leaves in a drenched parking lot. Silent in injury or death. A snowboarder had tumbled down the mountain during the dingo storm and had been swept up against hir upraised hindpaw. Shi grinned at the little rooish figure, so tiny and frail before clawed toes.
Slowly, vast fingers reached down and gently plucked the dangling roo. Shi grinned as shi delicately lifted him into the heights.
Her smooth, yet seismic, voice shook loose snow down the nearby hills as she spoke to the tiny figure. 'You look cold and wet.'
Gazing upon the ruins of the chalet. She parted fang lips in a smile. 'But you have no place to warm up now. Let me oblige.'
A vast cavern of sawtooth boulders parted open. The snowboarder was tossed, to slide down a ramp of pink, then entombed inside closed jaws. A small golden lump down the dingo's neck marked the roo's traverse within the internal slopes of a canine mountain. No doubt the snowboarder had found warm, permanent internal lodgings.
Shi murred, tail wagging. Loose snow kicked up by a vast wagging tail. Chestnut eyes gazed down upon mine as her fog wreathed voice echoed through the valley.
'Send me the pictures hon. I love mountain vacations!'
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