“And to whom might these snowballs be ready for little bright sprite? I am sure you’ve got a list of those your mischief is ready to be unleashed upon. What wonderful souls will be your target next, I wonder? Perhaps the Bed of Burgess? Or her royal darling Toothiana? Or his mighty liege E. Aster Bunnymund? Ah, to be young and full of wondrous life and joy…”
“You are still upon the naughty list, child of winter.”
Fifty snowballs launch themselves at one very large globe.
They land in a pattern that looks REMARKABLY like a smiley face.
"Prove it."
.... ...... ...
"I am not amused, little sprite." To think, defaced yet again. Once by the feet of that impetuous shadow, once by that same shadows tainted version of Sandy's wonderful dream sand, and now by the brat child of winter. Oh how much simpler things had been when there was but one continent to watch over. "North! Jack Frost has gone yet another year upon the naughty list! Alas, truly it is the greatest shame. A child so young! So adventurous! And to think, I was almost willing to share the most wonderful hidden spots with him had he only wished to share his little snowflakes with others instead..."
