Walter picked up speed as his saucer glided light weight down the most used track.
“He’s going too fast!” Their friend David shouted from atop the hill.
Standing near the bottom, older brother Clinton saw flashes and heard an approaching motor. “Snow plow! Turn, Walt, so you don’t go into the street!”
The frightened youngster tried to obey, flipping the saucer, and tumbling off to the side in the soft, unpacked snow.