Twinkle was riding on a broomstick, not to emulate her sister witches who wore pointed hats and made magic spells. Twinkle was not in the big witch league, her lowly position was a cleaner in the domestic coven. Twinkle was required to use her broomstick to sweep up the stardust accumulated during meetings.
Six dogs pulled the sled through through the ice-fields. We were returning home with our catch from the rocky bay. The first three dogs were all from the same litter, with pure white fur that was almost invisible against the snowy background. They had an affinity for each other as they led the other three dogs, who were a mixture of the breed, snarling and yelping as they pulled the sled. They were all working as a team.