5 The Arctic Is for the Byrds

CHAPTER 5 THE ARCTIC IS FOR THE BYRDS That night it snows. It always amazes me how those pretty little flakes can quietly turn into a great white monster by morning.

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It also snows in my dream. I'm sitting in the living room watching the weather channel, and snow is falling all around me. Soon the TV is covered up and I'm sitting at the North Pole. A penguin comes up to me and asks if there will be school tomorrow.

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I'D LIKE A DIFFERENT HAT. I'M CONFUSED. WHATEVER "I don't think so," I say. "How are the roads?" "Icy," says the penguin. "You see what?" I ask. "Iey, icy," says the penguin. "I know you see, but how are the roads?" The penguin doesn't answer. I CAN'T SEE THE ROAD.