This is the exciting tale of Smith and the Snow Hounds. A story of snow, stealth, Siameses and sinister plots. You have never heard a legend quite like this one. Once upon a time . . .
This is Smith:
These are the Snow Hounds:
This is the Evil Siamese, who has just ordered the Snow Hounds to find Smith and destroy him:
The Snow Hounds were shocked, but as the Evil Siamese must be obeyed in all things, they set out on their daring mission to find Smith and defeat him. The Black Snow Hound was the bravest but the Spotty Snow Hound – as shown in the second picture – was able to levitate at will by flapping her ears. Together, they made a formidable team. They travelled many miles through harsh and terrible terrain, sometimes going for days without food or sleep:
Carrying huge and fearsome weapons with them as they travelled:
Until, finally, after many months of weary searching, the Black Snow Hound discovered Smith’s Lair:
And the White Snow Hound pulled off Smith’s nose and ate it – effectively stripping the snowman of all his powers:
The Snow Hounds returned to the Evil Siamese’s Castle in triumph:
And the Evil Siamese slept well that night, safe in the knowledge that her enemy had been defeated:
And they all lived happily ever after, except for Smith.
Black Snow Hound: Loki
Spotty Snow Hound: Moose
Evil Siamese: Suki
Smith: As Himself.
Pretty good, innit? I ought to go into the novel-writing business . . .