Cold Combat

An icy creek babbling through a snowy forest glade, blue sky and warm air...such a tranquil setting means only one thing, of course...

SNOW WAR!

Dad takes aim:
Eeny meeny miny mo,
Who's the target of my snow?


















The foes are relentless.
Uncle D shows no mercy.










Gingham choses a target.















Danger lurks to the left
of the unsuspecting Uncle D.









Gingham remains cool
in combat.







Eventually the battle ends when fingers are too numb to curl. But the adventure continues...