Yesterday, Bridgette made a snowman by the pond of the Cooper farm. Button eyes, scarf, carrot nose, branches for arms. Nothing terribly exciting about that.
Today, she's gotten tired of looking at it. She's outside, with a short sword in hand, glaring at the snowman intensely.
With a cry of 'en garde!' she hacks at her snowman's lower torso.
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