I wake up. I go out like every morning and then… nothing is like every morning. Everything is white, white and cold. Strange cold. White. So white. But… you know… I kind of like it. Yes, I like it. It’s fun to run on that white thing.
Later, Big Ben (my brother Benny) whispered to me that all this white thing is snow, and that there is going to be so much more… and that I am going to get tired of it. I don’t think so. I am not Benny. I like snow. I like snow very much!