Cory looked out of the window. A new snow was on the ground. It covered everything like a blanket.
"Dad," he asked, "may I go outside and play? I want to play in the new snow. I want to make tracks before anyone else does."
"That might be hard, Cory," said Dad. "I am sure others have been there first."
"I did not see any tracks," said Cory.
"The tracks might be very small," said Dad. "Perhaps we can go out together and look for them."
A few minutes later, Cory and Dad stood on the front steps.
"Look," said Dad. "There are some tracks." He pointed to some small marks under the bird feeder. "What are those?"
"Those are bird tracks," said Cory.
"That is right," said Dad. "I think I see something under the bushes over there. Can you see what it is?"