'I don't understand you, my friend,' said the Snow-man. 'That
thing up there is to teach me to run?' He meant the moon.
'Well, it certainly did run just now, for I saw it quite plainly
over there, and now here it is on this side.'

'You know nothing at all about it,' said the yard-dog. 'Why, you
have only just been made. The thing you see there is the moon;
the other thing you saw going down the other side was the sun.
He will come up again tomorrow morning, and will soon teach you
how to run away down the gutter. The weather is going to change;
I feel it already by the pain in my left hind-leg; the weather is
certainly going to change.'

'I can't understand him,' said the Snow-man; 'but I have an idea
that he is speaking of something unpleasant. That thing that
glares so, and then disappears, the sun, as he calls it, is not
my friend. I know that by instinct.'

'Bow-wow!' barked the yard-dog, and walked three times round
himself, and then crept into his kennel to sleep. The weather
really did change. Towards morning a dense damp fog lay over the
whole neighbourhood; later on came an icy wind, which sent the
frost packing. But when the sun rose, it was a glorious sight.
The trees and shrubs were covered with rime, and looked like a
wood of coral, and every branch was thick with long white
blossoms. The most delicate twigs, which are lost among the
foliage in summer-time, came now into prominence, and it was like
a spider's web of glistening white. The lady-birches waved in
the wind; and when the sun shone, everything glittered and