|Fitzhugh Karol, "Searches"|
|Don't look now, but there's a snow-wight behind you|
|Not Hercules Poirot; the moustache is all wrong|
|"For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins,|
"I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now."
|Landscape dotted with people, dogs, and snow-wights|
|Parent and Child|
|Dogs off-leash bounded joyfully to greet other dogs and romp in the snow;|
I couldn't stop smiling.
|Oh rats, and here I was with my catcher's mitt|
|Not quite Narnia|