"A fresh canvas to work with, Hobbes, if it sticks," Calvin said, looking out the window as big flakes settled toward the ground. "Tomorrow morning, we'll have to get up early if we want to give Susie the feeling of the Ninth Circle of Hell outside her window."

"Bit on the nose, don't you think?" Hobbes asked, but Calvin was already deep into the planning phase for his latest snowpocalypse.