Icicles are always vaguely depressing. They seem to appear only in the deepest part of winter, when the sun’s rays melt the snow on rooftops but the cold air immediately freezes the dripping water. They’re pretty and bright, but I’d rather they never appeared in the first place.
My name is Penny.
I hate going outside right now. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
Normally I like snow. But this snow is not good snow. It is not light and fluffy and swirly and fun to roll in. It is cold and hard, like a road. When I walk out on it, it breaks and my legs sink through. Then the broken hard snow gets between my toes and hurts them.
It’s hard for me to lift my legs out of the hard snow. And the hard snow comes right up to my bottom, too, when I try to go to the bathroom. How am I supposed to go to the bathroom in this hard snow?
Kasey likes the hard snow. She doesn’t break through. She stays on top of the snow and tries to smell frozen dog poop. When she smells some, she puts her nose into the snow and gobbles it up. The Leader says Kasey likes poopsicles. Ha, Ha!
The Leader is funny, but this hard snow isn’t. I think it stinks worse than Kasey’s poopsicles. Get me back inside!