What Happens When You Grow Up?

Crucible watched with amusement as Exodus flew into the snow, batting it around like crazy in his attempt to make a snow ball. The elusive flakes simply flew out of his paws and scattered around them though and Crucible chuckled softly at the pup's antics. He gave the boy a smile when he finally admitted that he couldn't do it. His leaf-green gaze glanced across the snow to find a clump of snow that was already a bit stuck together. "Everythin' in life takes patience and practice. You have to be a bit more careful to make the snow stick to itself."

He reached over and gently scooped up a clump of snow with his forepaw so that he could sit the beginnings of a snowball in front of him. "Ya see? Watch," he instructed as he used his large paw to start pushing together a small pile of snow together around the starting clump. Then he used his forepaw to press it together on each of the sides till it was pressed together enough for him to start rolling it back and forth across the ground in front of him for a moment. He nudged the snow ball toward Exodus with a little smile. "There ya go."

"SPEAK"