After a blizzard we all went out into the snow. We ran, jumped and laughed. It was wonderful and cold. One day my younger sister got lost. We all spread out to search for her following the muffled screams of both fear and exasperation. She was finally found in a drift quite far from the house. We had failed to see the trail. She, with her rosy cheeks and blond curls peeping out from her helmet like cap was blisteringly angry. She was only two but she told us off in no uncertain terms. My brother said, 'Fine, stay there then' She looked at him then howled the howl of a wolf cub....which brought my mother to the door. Taking in the situation she just said to my brother, 'Go get her.' So he did. He tucked her, still red faced with screaming, under his arm and hauled her back to the house, where our waiting mom declothed and calmed her.
The rest of us shrugged and went back to the snow banks.
Kids eh?