It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Anders and Hawke went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Anders hit Hawke in her elbow with a big crackley iceball. It hurt a lot, but Anders kissed it gently and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really odd snow man!" Anders said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Hawke said. "That would be more high and politically correct."
"I know," Anders said. "We can make a snow tiger. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up loudly and made a boobley snow tiger. Anders put on a scissors for the nose. The tiger was almost as big as Hawke.
"It looks frostey," Anders said lively. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Hawke said and held up a sparkley spool of thread. "I found this inside a marshmallow." She put the spool of thread onto the tiger's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the tiger, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a water balloon full of chunky soup.
Hawke screamed fancily and ran but the snow tiger chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow tiger farted her fluffiley.
"Nobody does that to my little Surprising Go-go Boots," Anders screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow tiger through the right buttock. It fell down and Anders kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Hawke said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The spool of thread lay in the yard until a shakey child picked it up and took it home.
