The magic carpet has taken off. It has wafted me to a cold place, so it must be the northern hemisphere. What is that cold white stuff floating around me?
‘That must be snow, Sasha!’
I have never seen snow, before. It is falling on my furs. Do they have warm snow?
‘Snow is cold, Sasha. It is frozen water.’
How will I drink? Oh! It is cold on my tongue!’
