It’s a winter morning and cardinals and chipping sparrows fly as I’m standing, smelling freshness in the air. The outside whispers of the wind grip around my body.
The tall aromatic pine trees refresh you while you’re around with a joyfulness in your heart. A lot of white hexagonal crystals of snow flow all over me. I decide to taste a couple of them. The
fallen snow grows thick, covering my shrubs.
My siblings and I take up sledding after watching the Olympic bobsled team. We are having so much fun. People in the neighborhood watch us and start joining us. We are going very fast down the hill in our purple and gold sled.
A while later, we eat grilled cheese with shaved steak inside, with a nice hot cappuccino with whipped cream on top. The food warms us up for the next round of snowball playing and shoveling snow from the sidewalks. That night, we sit in awe of what we saw roaming through the snowy alpine trees: a huge rack of antlers upon his head and a large-breasted body A beautiful brownish-colored deer was leading his family on a walk, eating grasses!
