The world is a marshmallow.
Soft and quiet, sugar snow falls on the trees. Chloe will eat it all. It’s marshmallows, right?
No, honey, it’s just frozen rain. It’s not actually marshmallows, Chloe.
Well, what’s the point of snow if it’s not made of marshmallows?!
There’s no ‘point’ of snow, it’s just falls, and it's pretty.
Oh. Snow is dumb, then.
-j
