Ant King is out skiing, he hopes to find a nice slope. Heffanutt is not a fan of skiing of any sort and stays at home.  He turns around a corner and up a steep hill. Then

weeeeeeeee off he goes fast…

The wind is blowing in his face, watering his eyes and blurring his sight. Suddenly a full stop, Ant King finds himself flying forward tumbling on the ground.

What on earth was that? Ant King scrambles to his feet looking up the track where he came.  Tiny little stones scattered in the snow. That`s strange, where did they come from?

Discourage he look at his skis, one is whole, the other one is broken in half.  It is a long way home balancing on one ski.