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I don’t know, Kek, she replies and touches my cheek.

Suddenly, Mama stops walking.
She starts to listen for something.

Her face becomes very alert.
Stop, Kek, she says.

I obey, and she keeps listening.
I listen, too.

I hear peoples’ feet crunching in the snow.

Come, my child, Mama says,
and pulls me behind one of the dead trees.

The crunching stops.
Mama steps out from the shelter of the tree.

In less than one second, I see snowballs,
flying through the sky at Mama.

I rush out to try and help her.

Run, Kek! she yells, but I cannot leave her side.
I begin to get hit with snowballs all over my body.

I reach my arms out
to try and block the snowballs,

and they harmlessly collapse when they hit my hands.

Mama, I say with a smile, they are harmless!
But for some reason, my voice is not heard.

Come, Kek. Run!
I follow Mama away.

We run to the side,

through the barren land.
We stop,

and there are no more snowballs.
We look up at the sky,

and the trees’ green leaves
come back like magic, right in front of our eyes.

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