The Goldfinch Labrador

It was the winter of 2009, 14 inches of snow had fallen overnight. It was the most I had seen in years, since when I was 3 years old living in Kalama. My siblings and I as soon as we saw the snow rushed into our heavy winter coats and overall snow pants with mittens and caps to cover the gaps. Then we raced outside moving like marshmellows with our golden labrador with us. Determined. we laid the first angels of the snow and created the first snowman of the season. The snow man didn't have buttons for eyes or a carrot nose. He had stones for eyes and a smile and ears made of granola bars and peanut butter pinecones for hair. Our mom named it the birdfeeder snowman. But our fat old goldfinch labrador ate him before the birds could ever get to snack.

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