Jack had already grabbed another snowball in his hands, grinning at her as he kept his front to her, watching her. “I don’t know, have you seen her?” he asks back just as playfully, and boldly.
“And how do you know it was a she?” she asked playfully, hand on her hip. “Could have been some..um..” She looked around the forest, seeing who she could accuse..”Fell off the tree! Yeah.”
“Same goes for you!” Jack points out, “How do you know it was a he? Hmmm?” he asks, moving his snow ball from side to side, grinning. “Go on!” he laughs, before tossing his snowball at her. Not hard, never hard, laughing as he does. Gosh, he hasn’t had a snowball fight since he was a kid.
Jack Maple 