The Canadian Thaxter

Once upon a chilly day in Winnipeg, the snowflakes were having a party on P nine—whatever that means. They were swirling and twirling, each trying to outdo the other with their frosty dance moves. The snow piled up, layer upon layer, until it formed a fluffy mountain so high, it threatened to send the local squirrels into orbit. And at the peak of this snowy summit, a single snowflake sat, wearing a tiny crown, declaring itself the “Snowflake King of P nine,” reigning over a winter wonderland that only lasted until the next chinook wind blew through.