Crackle of leaves

Crunch of snow

Oh you're such a peeve

You've got nothing to show!

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The crumble of snow against your pale, blood-

gone face

The crisp sound of laughter chittering through the

trees

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You run, you chase

Over the branches, under the trees

You've got them in your sights

They scream out in delight

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"Oppa!" they yell

As you grab them by their coat

You roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...

And stop.

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They giggle and squirm

You hug them tighter, laughter fleeing from your

mouth

"I've got you now!"