Jack felt the sharp bite of an icy wind. He looked out the window with the others. "Oh,man,"he whispered.
The tree house was not in a tree-for there were no trees anywhere to be seen. Instead,it was sitting high on top of a sleep snowdrift. Other drifts rose and fell across a vase snowy plain. Beyond the plain were hills and mountains.
"The books were right," said Teddy,his teeth chattering "Tis bleak here indeed."
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