WHAT THE SNOW KNOWS
It snowed in the night and stopped. The paddock is a white page, and every line across it is
one animal's walk.
You and Grandad have a Track Card, a few looks before the light goes, and three rules.
Write the night down: who made each line, and in what order. He only says "right" when all of it is.
THIS WINTER
SPACE to pull your boots on