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And so little Timmy ran out into the fresh icy cold snow with joy and wonderment in his little eyes. He was so happy as his feet made little crumping noises in the fresh powder. As he ran up the hill, snowboard tied to his back and large snowflakes pelting his little red button nose, he thought that never again in his life would he experience a moment such as this, where moonlight flickered through the branches of the tall pines and the smell of the sweet sap permeated everything, clipping the viciousness of the cold off with a warm odour.
He paused at the top of the slope, dreams of becoming Bond chased by the bad guys down the mountain tumbling round in his head. He took the snowboard his parents had just given him for Christmas and attached the solid bindings to his feet. They closed firmly with a reassuring click. Digging the side of the board into the snow, Timmy pushed up with his arms and stood up, wobbling slightly as he reaquainted himself with the required balance.
And then he was off! Wooshing and swooshing through the night, trails carving through the forest like smoke from a cigarette twisting into nothingness. He hollered and cried with joy as he built up speed, the cold air forming small tears in his eyes.
And then.... WHAM! he collided with a tree and died instantly. Stupid brat.
Remember kids, snowboarding is injurious to your health. |
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