Johnny wiped his hand across the frosted window and peeked outside. He could barely see the barn through the blowing snow. The winter storm that had closed school yesterday was still raging on this morning.
“I’m going to have to make this quick!” he said to himself as he slipped on his jacket.
As Johnny made his way to the barn, the snow beat against his face and the wind cut right through his clothes, sending a deep chill straight to his bones. He turned his back toward the wind and tried to walk faster.