It doesn’t match the story but …
Photograph by Carol Hathaway – 2014
Once upon a time it snowed and rained and snowed some more. The air became very cold and froze the rain to the road.
The air stayed cold and the ice remained. Walking on the ice was treacherous. Small dogs didn’t know what to do, which way to go. There was no place for relief, the snow banks were also frozen.
And so it came to pass that a snow event wandered into the neighbourhood. It snowed ALL DAY LONG. Finally the snow stopped falling, and the long-suffering small folk emerged into the daylight. They blinked their eyes and looked all around. And thus, the snow removal began. As they bent their backs to the task at hand the snow plow arrived.
Mr Snow Plow driver cleared one side of the street. The small folk continued their shoveling. Moving the snow from driveway to lawn. Bend, scoop, toss.
As they laboured, Mr Snow Plow driver appeared again to clear the other side of the street. The small folk stopped to watch, leaning on their shovels, for they knew of the ice beneath the snow. And Mr Snow Plow driver, in his great big plow, got stuck. Tires spun. And the people snickered. He backed down the street and tried again. And once again, the plow’s tires spun. Three times he tried. Three times the people snickered. On the fourth attempt, the plow made it through. “Dang!”, the people said. Back to work, nothing more to see.
Moral of the story: sometimes, when you least expect it, shoveling snow can be entertaining.