“… on the side of Mount Difficulty in the middle of a snowstorm miles from anywhere with one chocolate bar, one dry old apple and one mouldy sandwich to share between us. The snow would be blasting our faces and making us blue with cold.
We would be wearing big fat snow gloves, but we would have to use our hands to try to build a snow cave in order to survive. Our fingers would be so frozen it would be hard to build a big enough shelter.
It would be night, so nobody could come and rescue us. They don’t send out rescue parties in the middle of the night.
All around us we would hear the terrifying sound of avalanches. Gigantic chunks of snow would rumble and split from the mountain. Scary as it gets!
Our noses would run and our snot would turn to biting-cold icicles. If we spoke, our throats would ache from the teeth of icy air. Our toes would start to tingle and then turn black and blue.”
The cat looked at the teacher with a long, hard stare and said, “Now that would be STORMY!”
He turned around and walked to the back of the classroom to admire the magnificent papier mâché masks on the wall.
“Aren’t these cool,” he said. “Look at the colour of that cat … how good is that!”
Miss May smiled at the cat’s compliments, but when she caught sight of the wild night outside the classroom window she heaved another tremendous sigh.
“Oh, what a terrible, stormy, wild night,” Miss May moaned.
“It could be worse,” said the cat in a very polite voice. “We could have been very greedy and ended up in a real pickle right in the middle of …”