Bryn’s Chimney Cloud Challenge — Before cocoa, Bryn gave herself a vacation challenge: count every puff from the chalet chimney without giggling. Read the full story →
Before cocoa, Bryn gave herself a vacation challenge: count every puff from the chalet chimney without giggling. “One cloud, two cloud, shoe cloud?” she whispered, because the smoke smelled like toast and looked a little like a boot. Snowflakes tickled her hat. The porch lights blinked in a crooked row, and the big pine wore its star like it knew a secret.
Then the snowman by the path raised one mitten. Not hello—more like, Watch this. The next chimney puff curled into a lumpy rabbit, then a pickle, then Aunt Jo’s fancy hat. Bryn snorted so loudly a clump of snow plopped off the roof. She stopped counting and started naming. The chalet kept puffing, the snowman kept waving, and curiosity ran away with them both; if you peek at the chimney smoke, what silly shape might be next after shoe cloud?
