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The Blizzard. Author and Illustrator: Hudson Tui Dean Robinson-Jones. Nikitas teeth chattered as we crept out side the door of our old shaggy cottage. Nikitas feet nearly froze in the minus ninety eight degrees air.
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The Blizzard Author and Illustrator: Hudson Tui Dean Robinson-Jones
Nikitas teeth chattered as we crept out side the door of our old shaggy cottage. Nikitas feet nearly froze in the minus ninety eight degrees air.
Next Nikita went inside leaving me there as I was standing there in silence waiting. The sun was nice and warm and two minutes later she shouted from her window. "I'm getting my socks"
And a few seconds later she was outside again with all her socks on. The neighbours powerlines were covered in snow.
White snow fell on our faces and it was so cold. I said, "Hey, what's that small, it smells like a stink-bomb. Oh no, it's just last nights dinner over in that bin" "Hey whats that? It looks like snow!" "Yay. Yahoo!"
Nikita announced, "Snowball fight!" The snowball fight froze our hands and feet, and including fingers.
Not long after that,Nikita heard and saw a blizzard!!! We scrambled into our cottage and slammed the door. But,...
Boom! "Oh no!" we screamed, "The neighbours dog kennel just blew up!"
Then the blizzard stopped. Just like a light going on and off. But,....
"OMG! There's a tornado of snowmen heading straight for us. Help!!"
Then we woke up, in our own beds. Next we both said, "Whew, it was just a dream" But when I got out of bed, my feet were wet..... Was it melted snow?