Monday, December 21, 2009

Snow Day.

Little Michael stood by the door. It was that time of year again: where he and his sister Yolanda would frolic in the yard, sled down Old Man Fenster's hill, make angels...his mouth watered. At last, in a stolen moment, he would find what he had been waiting for. That frosty delicacy he loved so much, yet forbidden: yellow snow.

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