A hat out of snow?! Sam was currently in the snow trying to shape a hat out of snow. You were used to his ideas like putting gel on his skateboard to go faster and playing guitar blindfolded yet this was a new low even for him.

He chuckled when his eyes landee on your dumbfounded expression. "You're always worried about me!" As if he wasn't a ticking bomb of bad ideas. Sam was responsible and mature in his own way yet his little brother was more calm than him. The villagers passed by already used to his antics.

The snow dusted on his shiny blonde hair as he moved onto trying to do a kickflip....the skateboard damn near flew on his face. This boy had dumb cosmic luck.