FFF Number 9

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Daniel watched the tailights fading into the distance. How could they not have stopped? Didn't they see him, hear his shouting?

He took a few more steps, and then the thin coating of ice on top of the snow gave way and he crashed down in again, up to his armpits. He thrashed around until he worked his way out of the snowdrift.

The wind swirled around him, and he shivered. His cheeks were bright red.

He was hungry.

He slipped again, and his feet went out from under him. He was lying on his back, looking up at the first few stars appearing in the evening sky.

His toes were numb. There was snow down one of his boots, and now some had slipped inside his collar and was chilling his neck.

He became aware of a dim light, off to his right. He turned his face toward it.

"Daniel, what are you doing lying down in the snow? Get up and come in now, it's time for dinner, you big goof!"