The sassafrass trees bend under their snow mantle--a tunnel to walk through. Dark green leaves shine under white.

'It's like getting married,' says Fuzzy to Farrel. She looks straight at him, signs, speaks clearly: 'Marr-ied. White. Con-fett-i.'

'My aun-tie jes go mard.' Farrel's eyes dazzle. His fat face crinkles with pleasure.

'Look... Mini-icicles!' says Fuzzy.