Snow flakes are whiter and smaller in our new country, like the powder they put on pancakes - not very good for making snowy balls. Mommy and daddy took me to the park and we saw many children, my size also, sledging down a small hill really fast. I hope my mommy and daddy will buy me a sledge one day, dragging me around through the icy park with really pretty whitish mountain view - maybe speeding down the slope as well but not too fast. This was a really fun and pretty Sunday afternoon!
