Snow Attack On Thanksgiving Walkabout..

The Buchner clan took their usual post-dinner-pre-pie walk around part of town. Unbeknownist to most of the people with their stomaches full of sausage stuffing, sweet potatoes to name a few, a large mass of grey and white was lurking behind one valley. Mere moments later, the fog mass rolled and cruised along the top of a field so admired by the clan, pelted them with swift and wet snow. Snow blanketed the unfortunate Buchners especially those without protective hats and scarves. The clan scurried home in a distance of 5 blocks. Upon arrival at the home, paper towels were quickly dispensed to wipe off snow sodden hair and faces. Several minutes after achieving refuge, the snow stopped. The clan subsquently enjoyed the delectable pies that would make Martha envious. Pumpkin, cherry, chocolate ice cream moouse pie, and apple to name a few. The pies never tasted so delicious.