STORY: As the snow diminishes in this late afternoon, a few rays of sun slip cautiously thru the dark storm clouds and fall softly upon the big dapple grey as he pulls the old red cutter and his master up the snow covered hill, then carefully between the tall, sleeping Birch trees.
Jessie the dog races ahead of the cutter to show the way home. When Jessie tires (and soon she will) up she'll go to ride next to her owner for a well deserved rest. Then both will sit, side by side, rocking back and forth to the beat of the pounding hoofs pushing thru the snow and the swaying of the cutter hitting the drifts onward. . . as they go dashing thru the snow.