Good evening, children. It's Granny Madduff, ready with a story.

So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl called Greta.

She lived in a land known as Finland. She and her family lived in a small town.

In winter, everything was covered in snow. Everyone who lived there knew how to ski.

And mostly everyone who lived there skied to work or school.

Greta was no different.

Every morning

she put on her boots,

strapped her feet into the skis

and was off.

Her father would go with her most mornings

as he would be on his way to work.

He was a cobbler.

Winter was usually over by now, but more snow kept coming.

Blizzard after blizzard.

Winter on and on. The people did not understand it. One morning, Greta's father caught a cold,

so he decided to stay home. This was not the first time Greta would need to get to school on

her own. And after all, Greta was the best skier in town.

In fact, she had won many ski competitions, young as she was. She was a natural.

But still, her father did not like her going off on her own stay on the road greta her father told her no exploring but greta was already out the door off she went with her school books on her back There was a blizzard that day.

The wind whipped and the snow fell all around her.

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