Chapter 49

The mountain held all kinds of beautiful sights: flowers growing in fields, treetops brimming with birds that sang sweet songs, and the vista of the rugged mountain top. None of it captured the girls' attention, and they marched steadily onward. They did not look at the frozen streams, nor the creatures that peaked out from trees, nor the series of rocks that looked like animals if you squinted hard enough.

As they walked up, it began to snow. At first, it was light and fluffy and did not stick. Then the clouds drew together, and the day became gray and windy, and the snow began to freeze on the ground.