The only advantage of it not being a snow day is that there’ll be plenty of ammunition for the snowball wars. Lines are being drawn in whispers through English all morning. The sides have already been determined. Jack is named general.
But when they get out, the fields are practically green again. Every flake has been pounded into the massive thing in the centre, a snow fortress to rule all snow fortresses. No one has seen anything like it, and no one is taking credit.
The teachers forbid them to go near it, but Jack and his side aren’t listening.