Epilogue
Isabelle
Privately, Isabelle thought it was highly unfair that she was up against not one, but two artists in the Rocky Peak Snowman Competition.
“How is my knowledge of anatomy supposed to stand a chance against people who can actually make art out of snow?” she grumbled to Jake.
It wasn’t a serious complaint, because how could anyone complain in this glorious weather, with a foot of fresh snow pillowed over the base layer? A bluebird sky arched overhead, and quite frankly, her family was lucky she hadn’t ditched this competition to go for a solo ski.
Jake squinted at her mangled creation. “If this snowman represents your knowledge of anatomy, we’re all in trouble.”
She laughed, looking at the mess of snow she’d cobbled together. The only identifiable bit was the pair of ol
