It snowed on Thursday last... end of October and still in the colours of autumn. It lay deep and crisp and even upon the farmed fields, in which grazed the surprised beasts of the fields and the beasts of burden.
The callous farmers left their charges to nuzzle for grass and didn't bother to haul the rolls of hay; the bales of straw to make their beds...
But of course the following day with a bit of sun and the rise of temperatures most of the snow was gone and autumn returned to continue its seasonal tussle with the witch of winter.
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