Day's Like This by Katy Paget

I slipped my warm hands into a pair of fluffy purple gloves one winter's morning as I raced outside. My mum was crunching her way across the field as I clambered over the fence calling "wait for me mum". It was beautiful, the snow lying over the fields like icing sugar on a freshly baked cake. My dad and little brother marched over the field, my little brother screamed with excitement at the sight of all the magnificent glistening snow. I heard a bark as my little black dogs head appeared from the snow below. He had been lying down and was absolutely covered in it, his fluffy black coat matted with clumps of snow. I started to run and my mum followed behind, we ran until we reached the top of the hill that we were going to sledge down. My nose was frozen and I was sure that it must have been bright red. Hurry up I shouted as my Dad and brother pulled the sledge up the steep frozen hill. I sniggered as I saw my Dad's face appear at the top of the hill, it looked as if he had been burnt because it was so red. Well it was now my turn along with Mum, we both squeezed on, Mum at the back, me at the front. We pushed off using our feet, faster and faster we got until suddenly we reached the drop and whoosh, splat! There I was head down in the snow, legs everywhere. Mum laughed uncontrollably I thought she was never going to help me on to my feet, as she eventually helped me to my feet I spotted a fox creeping stealthily along under the trees at the bottom of the field. It moved with such grace until suddenly there was a loud bang and the fox disappeared under the snow laden trees. It was shooters out deep in the woods, scaring off wildlife for miles around. We trudged up the hill and sledged down again and again, losing all track of time in the excitement of the day.

We trudged back to the house, wet and cold but extremely content, I loved days like this.

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