Snowball Fight - Winter Olympics, Year 14

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Her wandering paws knew no bounds and today they brought her to a place that was so entirely pristine and untouched with the most perfect layer of snow. She almost felt bad for marring it with her footprints, but at the same time it was kind of fun and satisfying. Grinning, the solid black woman started making a wide circle through the snow till her own footprints met up with themselves and she was able to step into the holes she had left. She moved toward the middle of the snow circle and looked around again, wondering if perhaps anyone else would appear to take advantage of this oddly flat terrain. An idea popped into her head and she went to work rolling up clumps of the snow till she had a small pile of snowballs prepared beside her. Now she just had to hope that whoever showed up had a good sense of humor.

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