Outside, the snow had finally stopped falling and the wind had stopped blowing. The cold front began to move off, pushed away by a warm front behind it. Slowly, while everyone slept, the temperatures began to rise and the snow started to melt...
Peter woke up to see that the sun was shining and the sky was clear. He got up, put on his shoes and shirt, then went over and looked through the back window of the sun room. Peter smiled at the magnificent view of the mountains in front of him. He saw an icicle dripping from an awning and realized the temperature must be above freezing. Turning back, he saw Mike getting out of bed. He put quickly on his shirt and shoes too.
Neither of them said good morning to each other. Mike looked out the back window and gave a low whistle.
"What a difference a day makes."
"At least we agree on something." Peter remarked. Mike didn't answer but turned and walked out of the room. Peter followed him. When they got down the steps, the met Micky coming out of the bathroom.
"Mornin' Mick." Mike and Peter said.
"Morning." Micky yawned. "The girls left out some razors and shaving cream for us to use." He said, rubbing his cheeks. "And mouthwash."
"That was nice of them." Peter replied. "Where's Dave?"
"He was up with the sun." Micky answered, "I hope he left us something to eat."
The smell of oatmeal wafted up to them. "Smells like it." Peter said.
Mike went into the bathroom Micky just left and closed the door.
Peter went down the hall and into the second bathroom. Micky ran a comb through his curly hair and went down into the kitchen. He almost laughed out loud when he saw Davy wearing an apron and serving the Anderson girls who were sitting at the table. Davy looked up when Micky came in.
"Morning, Mick." Davy said as he spooned oatmeal onto Arlene's plate. "The menu this morning is oatmeal or toast."
"Good morning. I'll have toast my good man." Micky sniffed. "Good morning to you ladies."
"And good morning to you, Micky." Chris smiled. Her sisters all said good morning to Micky as well. "Like Davy said, we only have oatmeal or toast to eat."
"That's fine with me." Micky replied. "It looks like the weather is getting warmer out and we'll be able to leave soon." The girls, especially Stephanie, became crestfallen at the news.
"Do you have to?" Stephanie said sadly. "You guys didn't meet our dad yet."
"I know, honey, but we have other obligations this afternoon." Micky replied. "We'll see your dad another day."
Peter and then Mike came into the kitchen.
"Morning everyone." Peter said.
"Morning, Peter." The girls replied.
"Good morning, ladies." Mike said.
"Good morning, Mike." The Anderson girls replied.
"I hope you two like oatmeal or toast." Davy told his two band mates.
Mike smiled. "Nice apron, Davy."
"It's you." Peter added.
"Thanks." Davy said sourly. "For that you both get oatmeal."
The Anderson girls giggled as Davy plopped a few spoonfuls of oatmeal on each of their plates. Mike and Peter shrugged and ate up.
Soon breakfast was over and once again the Monkees insisted on doing the dishes. Once they were done, the quartet joined the girls in the living room.
"Well, girls." Davy said when the Monkees had sat down. "We want to thank you very, very much for your hospitality but we have to be going."
"It's been very nice having you guys here, but we understand you have other things to do." Chris said sadly.
Stephanie stood up, a big smug smile on her face. "Micky can't leave!"
"Why can't I?' Micky asked.
"Your car is still in the ditch!" She smiled. "So you're stuck here!"
Micky sat back on the couch when he realized Stephanie was right.
He had forgotten about his car, now probably buried under several feet of snow.
"Oh, don't worry, Mick." Davy smiled, "We'll write often to tell you how the show is going."
"You can go in my car, Micky." Mike said. "I'll drive you over to where your car is and we can help you push it out of the ditch."
"How?" Arlene said with a smile that matched her younger sister's. "All of your cars in the driveway are buried in the snow."
"So you four might be here a while longer." Marcia finished.
Peter looked out of the living room window, which looked out over the driveway. Sure enough, the three cars were surrounded by several inches of snow.