Snow Snow at top of mountains—beautiful—but never enough to make the money-minded resort owners happy, who regard snow as a commodity. Little green patches of grass below—Spring is coming—Cyclops-size boulders in the meadows; but all, you know, of little economic value to members of the association of. Blah blah blah ... The ice melted, ducks paddling happily on the lake again—and majestic swans swooning like grand dames at a ball—but who cares? They're an expense to maintain, as the report clearly indicates, and, frankly, a pain in the ass. And a swastika sprayed on the park sign at the entrance—but good kids, really!, who will grow up to be just like their parents, stalwart money-grubbing cocksuckers blind to nature, all beauty.
	—Louis Martin