In the view of Yakko WarnerIt was morning. Snow had fallen the night before, giving our tower and the entire studio lot a nice, bright, clean look. My siblings and I were sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast and watching the snow fall.
"I want to go sledding," said Wakko, after finishing his third bowl of cereal, "Dot, you want to come?"
"Sure," said Dot, putting on her coat, "Yakko, you coming?"
"You guys go ahead," I said, "I'll be there in a few minutes. After I clean up this kitchen."
"Okay," said Dot as they both excitedly ran outside into the snow.
It took me about fifteen minutes to clean the kitchen. Then I grabbed my scarf and coat and headed toward the door. As I opened it, I saw Wakko standing there. He looked worried.
"Yakko," he said, "I think you'd better come out here now."
"Why?," I said, "what's wrong?"
"It's Dot," he answered, "She fell off of her sled. I think she could be seriously hurt."
"Oh no!," I said, "what can I do to help?"
"Well, there's really not much to do," sai