"The snowball has yet to affect all of us, Dad." Says Elija to his father, Dave. "I couldn't just bear with the thought of losing too much into it. Tomorrow is the beginning of January; and much more it's going to become affected within it. We definitely don't know how much intake is it going to have in order to process what's within. We are on the verge and risk of losing something right here right now if we never act on the spot. The ice never melts unless you heat it in the oven-and we don't know for sure how long that this is going to actually take. We need to proceed at the highest levels of intuition and responsiveness if not by the quickest glance ever."

"Yes, son." Replies Dave to his son. "I totally agree. January brings real fortune and good luck with it. I admire the snow myself and the pun relying with it. It never makes me forget my own boundaries and skills-since I have deluded some of my matters into the most precious ways ever. Never the less, don't forget to mention-how much we have spent some quality time on issues of the own broadcasts and calls within."

"Yes, Dad." He agrees. "I rest assured that you know the purpose of it all and never even loose count. Procedures."