I was sitting, sipping coco on the upper Orinoco as the setting sun was sinking in the sky when I spied a pretty porpoise, who was pink, pop to the surface
Come tread upon the snow with me; we’ve travelling to do. It looks so pretty and so pure and darling so do you but Winters not worth anything unless we’re having fun.
It was a bright moonlit Christmas Eve when white snowflakes fluttered down from the sky and all the world seemed silent and covered in a deep layer of snow.
