Smells. There are smells everywhere.
“Check this out,” I bark at Kristina.
She smiles in her indulgent way and waits for me to stick my nose in the snow.
I know there’s something under here. I dig deeper.
“What are you, an ostrich?” Kristina asks.
I pause for a moment. What’s an ostrich? Ah who cares. I continue digging.
The problem I have is something I like to call SNOW NOSE.
Kristina laughs, but I’m not sure this is funny.
I have a solution. To get rid of snow nose, I rub my nose in the snow.
Can anyone guess if this worked?