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The Icy Fingers
The Icy Fingers
The Icy Fingers
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This is a story about the struggles and living conditions of people during the Ice Age. How they live and interact with each other. Will someone survive? Or will everyone perish and die?
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Release dateFeb 6, 2014
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    The Icy Fingers - Ian Proctor

    AuthorHouse™ UK Ltd.

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    Bloomington, IN 47403 USA

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    © 2014 Ian Proctor. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 01/14/2014

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-9076-9 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-9077-6 (e)

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    CONTENTS

    The Icy Fingers

    No Justice

    Making Friends

    I Bunju

    Becky

    Animal Fiesta

    Carnival Time

    Quackers

    THE ICY FINGERS

    By Ian Proctor

    It was a cold grey morning as Zeb looked across the valley.

    He was overjoyed for he had just married Kadras daughter Mela and he had just been promoted to head sheep farmer over Kadras and the other employees. Just as he was about to get up an Icy blast of wind caught him straight between the shoulder blades.

    The unexpected shock made his legs go numb and he found that he could not move them

    His body began to stiffen up at an alarming rate.

    On hearing footsteps crumbling on the stony ground he looked up to see Kadras coming towards him.

    He was In a hurry.

    He was a big tall man with a flaming red beard and very fiery eyes.

    Before Zeb could speak a heavy hand smote a stinging blow across his face.

    Where, are my sheep what have you done, to them?.

    His face a mask of hate he pointed an accusing finger at Zeb I sell my work, to the factory.

    Without my sheep I am nothing,.

    Zeb looked at him deeply hurt and shocked by what he had done.

    He answered In a humble voice But Kadras I was only going to round, them up from the hill top above me but an Icy, blast of wind caught me and I can’t move my body,.

    Kadras was by now disgusted as he angrily turned on his heel and walked rapidly away.

    Kadras help, me he cried but their was no answer only the echo of his own voice coming back to him.

    From the stillness of the valley he began to think of Mela and If Kadras would tell her what had happened.

    He tried to sit up from the stone by heaving and twisting his body from side to side.

    But the more he tried the more exhausted he became.

    His head slumped on to his chest and he was soon fast asleep.

    He was awakened some time later by a bumping feeling.

    Opening his eyes he could just make out the crude shape of a stretcher with a hard parchment stretched tightly over him.

    Two bamboo poles with a leather jacket serving as a pillow made up for the rest of It.

    It was dawn and just beginning to get light.

    He recognised the two men who were carrying him.

    One was a small bandy man called Zico who was a stone carver and lived alone.

    In a

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