Posey and I start a surprise race to the meadow. We playfully nudge each other the rest of the way.
Then WHOMP! Posey pushes me off balance, and I splat face-first in the snow. It’s like landing in soft powdered sugar that’s really, really cold!
“I never knew you liked snow so much!” he teases.
I dust myself off and make a face at him. I quickly make a snowball and chuck it at Posey. It explodes softly against his back. That makes me feel somewhat better.
“So what’s a snow-berang, anyhow?” I ask again.
Posey scoops a clump of snow and sculpts it into a stretched out V—just like a boomerang. He holds it out in front of me.
“This is a snow-berang,” he says.
Then Posey holds it by one end and throws it into the air. Zing! The snow-berang twirls away from us. Then—zap!—it comes right back to him.
“Boomer-awesome! My turn! My turn!” I cheer.
Posey hands me the snow-berang. Now, throwing a boomerang is hard. But throwing a snow-berang is harder, apparently. As soon as I fling it into the air, it crumbles apart. I have to try again and again until I finally get a snow-berang to come back to me.
“Now that you’ve got the hang of it, let’s have a snow-berang fight!” Posey says.
We divide into two teams. Posey is a captain of one team, and I am the captain of the other. The Snow-nimals are super excited to play too! They are great at making a stockpile of snow-berangs. And they can make them fast!
“Ready? Set! GO!” Posey yells.
Snow-berangs fly through the air. Every time someone gets hit, they have to go out. It’s just like a snowball fight in the Real World, except the snow-berangs can go in two directions!
I dive behind a mound of snow and poke my head out when I’m ready to throw.
ZING! SPLAT! POOF!
ZING! SPLAT! POOF!
Soon everyone is out except Posey and me. We are both hiding.
“No fair!” the Snow-nimals cry. “You can’t hide!”
They’re right. So Posey and I jump out of our safe spots and hurl our snow-berangs. I duck Posey’s throw and stay down because I know that thing is coming back the other way. My throw goes farther than I meant. Posey floats in the air and laughs. “Looks like you missed, Daisy!”
Another second goes by, then . . . SMACK! My snow-berang hits Posey right in the back of the head!