It snows in Ohio. A lot. http://www.amazon.com/Owl-Moon-Jane-Yolen/dp/0399214577
The sherpa accepts Huang's payment of one snowball for his services. Huang, a tourist from northern China, thinks that he has hoodwinked the sherpa, his paper money having been surreptitiously sewn into the lining of his coat days before. The sherpa, on the other hand, knows the true value of the snowball.
He has heard the ancient whispers in the mountain.
He knows what is to come.
And as he tucks away the snowball into his pack and prepares to walk away, he glaces at the unsuspecting tourist for the last time, knowing even now what is to be his fate. He feels no remorse. The mountain has chosen its victim.
The sun tucks under the horizon, and darkness falls.
Who needs hot chocolate?
You may have thought you were looking at a polar bear. A common mistake. It's actually me.
Daddy got a snowblower from PawPaw Duffy, which he uses to RUIN THE HABITAT OF MY ENDANGERED KIND! AL GORE, SAVE ME! POLAR BEAR SADIE BESEECHES YOU!
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