Tonto had to disqualify himself from the snowball fight that took place during our recent snow squall. Some called me chicken. I had to endure these taunts and insults, because they were not aware of the danger that stood before them. I had been trained long ago in the ancient Chinese martial art of Feilong, which some of you more experienced snowball enthusiasts may know as the Winged Dragon that rides on clouds of snow with palms of a tiger. Because dragons are the rulers of moving bodies of water, my opponents could have become seriously hurt. So I just watched from a safe distance with a smile on my face.
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