So much is unclear.
The winter snow?
No, I’m OK with that.
Snow in the Winter?
Will it fit?
Why sure. It might even drift into late fall and early Spring.
What about the North and South Poles?
They too.
I suppose you could say any time.
What are we talking about?
Snow!
Where?
In the refrigerator!
That’s frost!
We’ve come a long way since Snow.
In Winter!
You’re making a big thing out of snowflakes.
They fall!
Don’t skip the subject.
I am not.
Stick to snow!
Skipping in the snow?
Stick!
Stick skipping in the snow?
You said it.
We all fit.
That’s an insult!
I suppose anything I say
Correct.
Schenectady
What’s that?
A medium size city with lots of flakes in it.
I’ve got it! Words, You’re playing with….
Duck!
You hit me!
I told you
With a duck!
With a Snow Duck!
A what?
Somewhere in Schenectady
Here?
Where they make big things out of little –
Take this!
You shouldn’t have done that.
But I did
But I blocked it.
Have a duck. It’s on me.
You mean drink.
Here it comes …
Clarity
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