The wind howled mercilously, carrying with it cold and ice. Yet, there was a shrub that miraculously bloomed in winter; a miracle of things to come…l
Ice coated the mainline, making travel by rail trecherous and deadly
out of nowhere, came a runaway flatcar with a hound atop it. It careened across the icy trestle, but the rails were coated with a thick layer of ice and the flatcar came to rest with the hapless hound aboard. Where was its owner? It might freeze to death. The poor thing!
But my some miracle, possibly the same miracle that caused the bush to bloom during the blizzard, our hapless hero made her way home, guided by the faint scent of beef jerky in the distance. She is now warm and safe and full of a bag of beef jerky.