It snowed last night in the village. The flakes came down thick and fast blowing in the howling wind which frightened all the little children and made them pull their covers up past their ears as they lay in bed. But now, as the sun just starts to rise, all is quiet and soft with the new fallen snow. The drifts pile high in the main street, but not for long. As soon as they've had their breakfast, and bundled up in jackets and mufflers enough to satisfy their mothers, all of the little boys and girls will be out in the street carving out pieces of drifts to make into snowmen or burrowing underneath to make snow forts to protect them from the barrage of snowballs sure to come from the boys down the block.