“Paint buckets are tasty!” The Snow Monster smiled, drooling paint. “But I want more. Something bigger, like Chicago…” The monster paused in the rumination. “No, not like Chicago; Chicago. I want to eat Chicago. Chicago and all around it. There are so many creatures there, it would be like a salad… greek or taco or chef or green to make a fantastic dinner. It will be so fun!”
The Snow Monster had never had salad before, but heard humans talk about these different ones.
“I will have to freeze them first.”
So it began snowing in the middle of Spring.
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