Homer’s ‘White House’.
Man, I couldn’t wait to get out there!
Finally, Missus let me out into my winter wonderland.
Of course, I’m no stranger to snow now having spent last winter in Holland. Still, I always get a buzz from sniffing around in the white stuff.
I noticed Dad beavering away trying to clear the snow...
...so, I thought I’d try to help out by eating some.
Soon, Dad decided to make a fun game out of his snow-shovelling.
Here it comes...
...Woo hoo!
Unfortunately, the game wasn’t so much fun when the snow landed.
'Bah’!Next it was time for some ball games.
Here I am playing ‘snow tennis’.
Dad was hot on my heels, but I soon gave him the slip.
"Run Homer, RUN!”
Then, we had a go at snow football. Of course, as you know, I’m a bit of a footballing legend .
