In the Swiss mountains, some time earlier this year, a little boy Sam and his dog Fido went for a walk. They come from Kalamazoo, looking for the snowstorm that would bring a chance to ski. Would they get their chance, or would the snowstorm wipe them out? On their way, Sam took away Fido's food and made him bark. The smell of dog shampoo filled the air. Around them the birds were calling, the ducks were quacking, the geese were honking, and a lonely yodeler cried out, "Little Old Lady Whoooooo?"