Martin was feeling exited. He’s invited his friends Margo, Mohamed and Maya over to play, and it had just started to snow. It got heavier and heavier, making the grass in the garden turn green to white, and began to settle along the top of the fence and the gate.
If it carried on like this, they’d be able to have a snow ball fight, and make snow cones to eat, and make snow angels on the ground.
There was a knock at the door, and there were Margo, Mohamed and Maya, wrapped up in scarfs and coats, just as excited as Martin.