It’s above her knees, so it must be two feet of snow. That’s her house on Dog Street. The man’s name is Sam and her name is Bev. The dog’s name is called Jack. Well, Jack seems to like being with the girls. He listens to them.
He’s looking right at her because she’s making a snowball. She’s going to throw it at the dog. It’s cold out there. It’s a cold winter morning. The boy is making one, too. It’s logical that he might do it.
They’re feeling cold and happy. They are thinking about how much snow they got. It is unexpected. They haven’t been out too long. Long enough to come in because they are cold. They’re comfortable; they have on their winter clothes.
They need more than just clothes; they need a wraparound! She looks like she’s well covered, but the dog has less protection. Jack did not go into somebody else’s house. The poor fellow who lives there, Sam, is probably shoveling snow.