Being contractor on a snow fort is thankless. Kids are unreliable. Quentin was responsible for supplying supplemental snow in case we lacked enough snowfall. Sarah had to make the snowballs, but her mom said that would strain her pianist hands. Carl was to find the best location, but he became passionate about sledding, the traitor.
Marsha kept complaining of cold fingers because she lost a glove. Bill yelled the walls should be higher. That's why the Fannuci gang beat us the previous winter. Weak walls.
They all want lunch beaks and weekends off.
Tom, the slacker, was supposed to spy on the Fannuci cartel , but he got himself captured and who knows what he spilled about our army?
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