[Smoke man? For some reason, to Perona's five-year old mind, that is just the funniest thing. She begins to wiggle and laugh, snuggling against Smoker's face, trying to avoid those awful cigars. Goodness do those things smell bad. 8|] Smoke man! Smokey-smoke, like a chimney! Horohorohoro!
[And plunk she goes on her new snow puppy, bouncing a little on its back like she would do when riding on the back of her pet bear, a big, wide smile plastered permanently on her face.] It's cold! Go fast, go fast, Snowflake!
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[And plunk she goes on her new snow puppy, bouncing a little on its back like she would do when riding on the back of her pet bear, a big, wide smile plastered permanently on her face.] It's cold! Go fast, go fast, Snowflake!