The rain becomes less wet and more cold. White flakes stick to grass and slowly consume the entire cemetery. With a twinkle in his eye and a pip in his step, Brian undresses. The slush between his tentacles feels like mud between toes. Brian wallows in the cemetery for a good five minutes. He gives it a rest once his entire body is numb. It was worth it. The clothes come back on and he proceeds to build an igloo. Oh yeah this is gonna be a nice igloo. Brian scurries around accumulating mounds of snow and then proceeds to pack the snow into a smooth dome. He wishes he had this made when he was a child. The person to igloo ratio would have been much grander.
Then breaking through the sky came an attack! Brian rushed under the cover he had luckily just created and made one hundred snow balls. His snowball making skills are like that of Buddy the Elf. Like a cannon Brian returned fire. Ten minutes passed without action, then thirty. Brian's adrenaline was run out and he was thinking about creeping out of his igloo when the thing collapsed.
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