"Have you ever done this before?" Al asked as he dodged the snow I was flinging behind me.
"Nope!"
"That's comforting," he muttered. "What happens if it collapses in on you?"
"Then you'll have to dig me out or I'll freeze to death and you'll become a young widower," I said dryly. "Don't worry about it. It's not going to collapse on me because I'm building it to last! Aren't you going to help?"
I turned back to look at him and he was like a deer in headlights. "Me? What do you want me to do?"
"Help me make it wider. It's no fun if only one of us fits in it."
"Oh, alright."
Al knelt beside me and copied my motions, flinging snow behind him. I showed him how to pack the walls of the cave as we dug so it wouldn't collapse in on itself so much and we got into a groove.
