Luke and the Snow
Fresh snow crunched beneath Luke’s boots on his unsteady circuit around the yard. Suddenly, the ground gave way, and he tumbled forward plunging his hands into the powder. Cold shot through his arms, and as he struggled to stand tears welled up.
Maybe mom was right. Maybe mittens weren’t such a bad idea after all.
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