Slip

Juanita slipped moving down the snowy sidewalk; she didn't fall, but a unique kind of interpretive dance with windmill arms happened spontaneously to prevent it. "You little ...," she hissed. "Slip and KICK!" She kicked the snow in all directions, sending bits of the stuff off in every direction (in clumps and clouds). "Slip and kick?" Mona asked, amused and confused. "Snow elves," Juanita grumbled, "are a menace to society. They hide and trip people to get their jollies, but the weight of the snow grounds them, so a good swift kick will send the right message." Mona's mouth hung open uneasily, because she thought: a) her friend might be crazy, and b) she should've received this important intel at age 6. Juanita was on a tear down the sidewalk, kicking everything everywhere, like a snow elf Godzilla.