Nestled in the enchanting landscape of Glacial Wonderland, many years ago, I lay quietly in my NOUN. I breathed slowly and silently, listening for a sound – a sound my friend, PERSON , had told me I'd never hear - the jingling hum of R2 Technologies' ADJECTIVE snowmobile.
Late that night, I did hear sounds, though not of ringing PLURAL VERB . From outside came the sounds of whirring gears and frosty metal. I looked through my window and saw a ADJECTIVE snowman standing perfectly frozen in front of my glacial abode. It was wrapped in an aura of steam, which fell lightly around it like a frosty cape.
A snowflake-patterned scarf stood at the open door of one of the snowmobile cars. The conductor, a person in a winter uniform, took a large cocoa thermos from his vest, then looked up at my window. I put on my snowflake slippers and a crystal-blue parka. I tiptoed downstairs and out the door, joining the mysterious scene unfolding before me.
"All aboard," the conductor called out, and I rushed up to him. “Well,” he said, “are you ready for an adventure?” “Where?” I asked, eyes wide with anticipation. “Why, to the Glacial Nexus, of course,” was his magical answer. “This is the Frosty Express.” I took his outstretched mittened hand, and he pulled me aboard the snow-covered train, ready for a journey through the frozen wonders of Glacial Skin.
