It wasn't long before the whole village was covered in a snowy surface; Sort of like a blanket of white fluffy snow. The snow which slept on the branches of the trees until the bitter breeze blew, and the flakes were suddenly awoken, causing them to scatter across the concete floor..well some did.
Don cursed under his breath as he rubbed his head.
"are you all right Don?" Ventress asked as he lit his cigarette
"I hate snow" He looked up at the tree which was covered in snow.
"unlucky" he chuckled.
"Hey" he nudged Ventress
"watch it you nearly knocked mi fag out of mi hand" he said in his broad yorkshire accent.
"sorry, watch" he said. He looked over at Geoff who was walking by the shops. Don bent down to the ground and scooped the snow into almost a perfect snow ball.
"oh Don, how old are.." Before he could finish his sentence Don had launched the snow ball. The best thing was Geoff wasn't wearing a helmet. LOL!
It hit Geoff on the head. He looked around confusdly
HAHAHA!! Don wailed with laughter.
"bullseye!" he shouted. Ventress chuckled. Geoff turned around to see Don.
"right!" he shouted with anger. He picked up a snow ball and threw it. He was never good at catching and throwing, bless him, but this aim was actually accurate. Don ducked. Sargent Miller was stood outside the police station. It hit him instead. Geoff stood in shock. His jaw was touching the floor.
"PC YOUNGER!!! HERE NOW!" He shouted angrily.