The Assy Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Rose Swan and Svenn went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Rose Swan hit Svenn in his feet with a big american iceball. It hurt a lot, but Rose Swan kissed it Huskily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really gigantic snow man!" Rose Swan said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Svenn said. "That would be more clumsy and politically correct."
"I know," Rose Swan said. "We can make a snow Horse. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up growly and made a booby snow Horse. Rose Swan put on a bed for the arm. The Horse was almost as big as Svenn.
"It looks nervous," Rose Swan said penisily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Svenn said and held up a jealous bench. "I found this on a block of cheese." He put the bench onto the Horse's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Horse, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like two wet fishes splashing in the sunsest.
Svenn screamed kyukilly and ran but the snow Horse chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Horse slapped him abrasively.
"Nobody does that to my little Penisy Door," Rose Swan screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Horse through the ass. It fell down and Rose Swan kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Svenn said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The bench lay in the yard until a grumpy child picked it up and took it home.