So..yeah..my brother sent me this thing he wrote, so i'm posting it right here and now, even though he isn't finished! Be happy. He put old english in it, which is a bit weird. well anyways, here it is.
Flash back:
I could feel the wind rush through my hair. It was crisp and sharp, but it didnt pierce me like the chilly ice flakes of the so forth winter blizzard. I looked at my friends, Vincent and Sky, my two best buddies, and they were shaking as if naked in the city of Moscow.
Pierre, what gives thee so much warmth? Vincent asked, as his teeth chattered.
Shall I be the one begging for warmth? Nay, for has thy right clothing and body heat as a bear from the north.
Yea, full of such warmth, as compared to I, cold as the water or the Artic.