Snowed in...

It has been blusterously snowing all day, so much so that classes for the rest of the day have been cancelled (raise high your arms toward heaven, saying "thank you! thank you! thank you!") and you have bounded through the fresh, white blanket of fluffy flakes to take refuge within the familiar walls of buckingham palace (sigh) to consume a piping hot bowl of chicken noodle soup (you blow on it to cool it...) with your closest friends in the entire world (sigh). Though most of the professers have abandoned their posts, Doc remained entrenched for a time, but now he must leave... He saunters in and asks "does anyone happen to have an ice scraper?" being well prepared for the snow you certainly do have one, so the two of you proceed, with ice scraper in hand, down the well worn stone steps to the rather hefty wooden doors that now stand between you and the outside world. Taking a deep breath, you push, with the ferver of all your weighty strength on the wind pressed doors (imitating that wind as you push...). As soon as you take your first step outside, the frigid air hits you so hard that you instantly clasp yourself tight, shivering (brrrrrr...). You then realize that in your frigid fevor you dropped the precious ice scraper in the snow "O no!" (you bend down and retrieve it). Desperate to return to the warmth of good company and hot soop within the palace, you dash over to the golden blazer, wiping and scraping in great haste...thrusting the frozen flakes off the hood first, then the winshield, scraping the ice to reveal the transparent glass encrusted beneath... you are done! "g-g-good b-b-bye d-d-doc!" you exclaim and hastily bound in through the great doors, up the stairs and in to the MRC, casting aside the cold ice scraper, in exchange for the tender warmth of your close friends, you collapse contentedly on the toasty couch with a sigh!