She always wins. Except today is different. We’ve had these freak snowstorms and the whole island is kneedeep in snow. It’s all right for tractors because they can plough through it without any trouble, but for us it means we have to slip and slide and crunch our way home. Max is busy making massive snowballs and keeps trying to drop them down the back of my coat. I get my own back by sending a big one flying through the air that lands on his head. His red cheeks are dripping with tiny bits of ice, and snowflakes flutter and dance on his eyelashes and hair. “Got you,” I squeal. He slides towards me with a handful of frosty flakes that’s heading for my face. “And I got you back,” he cheers, covering me in snow. “Glet’s make snow gangels,” says Indigo. And we all collapse on the floor laughing and giggling and making angel wings in the snow with our arms. When Indigo and I get home, Uncle Dan is waiting for us with steaming mugs of hot chocolate, thick slices of honey cake, a roaring fire and a white envelope for me.
