"Where are you going ?" Tiffany asked.

    " I’m going on ski-doo," chuckled Stephen.

    " In two cm of snow, you’re crazy," I said sadly.

    " Will you got to make the best of snow," he shouted.

    " I’m going in for dinner, coming," I yelled.

    " Ok, there might be more snow latter on," he said quietly.

    " Tiffany, are you coming!" yelled Stephen.

    "Are you going out doors?," I asked

    "Yes!" he shouted.

    "But there’s only two cm of snow," I reminded him.

    "No, there’s more then that," he said suspiciously.

    "Wait for me!", I yelled, "Will what do you know."

    "I told you there would be more snow," he reminded, "let’s go on ski-doo now,"

    "Ok," I said quietly.

    Stephen yelled, "I told you we would get on ski- doo."

    I yelled, "Watch out for that ...!" BANG!!!