Asleep, Dog is dreaming of his most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
She is there again, the woman with dark copper skin and long braided black hair. She seems so big, but only because he is so small now. Smiling, she leans over to pull a warm hat over his head, then opens the door and follows him outside. It is snowing. The snow falls in large fluffy flakes, and he leaves the woman’s side to gather it up on his tongue and in his hands. The cold feeling delights him, so he leans over to scoop up a handful of the wet snow and roll it into an imperfect but passable sphere. He turns and throws the snowball at the woman, who ducks out of the way and quickly begins to scoop up material to make her own. Her snowball hits him right in the front of his warm coat, but he only laughs and makes another to continue their game. She works hard to wear him out, running and throwing snowballs in the yard in front of the small house. When he has finally had enough, he lies down and looks up at the sky, fascinated by the white flakes that drift down past his face. She tr
