day forty-nine and snow

Fred was still on top of the cloud, travelling northwards. Now it was night and it was getting colder and colder.  Fred tucked his legs in under his body to try and keep warm.

In the dungeon, Ron and Benny couldn’t sleep. They had to go back to the courtroom the next day to hear their fate.

Benny looked up at the small window. “It’s snowing,” he said. He remembered the snowdome that the Emperor had given him at the Soup Shack, and took it out of his coat pocket and gave it a shake. There in his hand was the Imperial Palace in a snowstorm. “Ha!” he said.

Ron put his hand in his pocket too, to get his comb, thinking he must at least get his quiff in shape for the admiring birdladies-in-waiting. However, instead of his silver comb, he felt a different metal object. “How did this get in my pocket?” he said incredulously, pulling out a soup spoon.*

“Slippery fishfat!” he cursed.

Ron looked up at the window, where the snow was falling. He hooked one of his feet under a stool and dragged it underneath the window. He climbed on to the stool and reached up and stuck the spoon out through the iron grille of the window into the air for a few seconds. 

“Hey! Snow!” he said, pulling the spoon in again. He put the spoon in his beak. 

“Mmmm!” he said. “Do you want some snow flakes, Benny!” said Ron. 
“Er.. no, not really,” said Benny, still mesmerised by the snowdome.

“More for me then!” said Ron, sticking the spoon out of the window again. He was just about to put the spoon in his beak, when one of the snowflakes said, “Oi! Watch out!” 

*If you remember, dear reader, he got the two things mixed up in the panic caused by the arrival of the Emperor at the Soup Shack in the Imperial Zeppelin.