|Source: Who started the first marshmallow fight?|
The yard bore a striking resemblance to pure white snow to/in the aftermath of of an/the explosion in the/a marshmallow factory.
The surprise explosion had spread an aromatic scent of vanilla over the marshmallow-covered town. Even the steeple of the nearby church was coated with the sticky white stuff. Several red cardinals were glued there, their pitiful songs heard about town.
Finally, an elfin boy named Timmy climbed up into the steep interior and then was lowered by rope to free the poor birds. Oddly enough, the cardinals were able to fly away to nearby trees.
From the heights, Timmy watched faraway children dashing with toboggans in hand to slide down “Killer Hill”. He guffawed as each child became mired in the marshmallow ‘snow’, sinking rapidly into the white gloppy goo.
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