Leaf picked this one. He drew a snow-making machine after the storm a few weeks ago. I changed my goal with this poem, trying to get a laugh out of Leaf, which really is the noblest goal for poetry when you really think about it. He smiled after I read it, which I suppose is a victory. As for his picture, Leaf says, "There once lived a troll who made nasty snow, made of mushy oatmeal and expired medicines, like lots of other stuff. And he mixed it and mixed it until it turned into beautiful white snow, but if you even went out there, make sure to fly, because your toes will freeze."