Trixie sighed contentedly as she closed her favorite Lucy Radcliffe mystery. She pulled the handmade quilt up her over her shoulders and reached out to turn off her light.

"Hmmmm," she thought as she snuggled down, "I could have studied for my history exam and written up my science lab. Instead, I chose to read my Lucy book. Thank goodness for that winter storm warning, telling us to expect wind and six to eight inches of snow. Perfectly perfect! Instead of wasting my time doing my stupid homework, I got to do what I wanted to do. I just know that they will call off school tomorrow. "

Smiling to herself, Trixie was lulled to sleep by the sound of the ferocious wind blowing outside her window.

When Trixie stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, she noticed her brothers sitting at the table, looking at her strangely.

"Really, Trix," said Mart. "I know that fashion is not your thing, but don't you think wearing your sleeping attire to the halls of learning is a bit ridiculous?"

"Huh?" Trixie asked sleepily.

"Trixie, dear," interrupted her mother, "you need to hurry and get ready."

"Ready? For what," Trixie questioned.

"School," her mother said.

Trixie's head snapped back and she ran to look out the window.

"Where's all the snow," Trixie gasped, as she stared out at the muddy, wet yard.

"Oh that," interjected Mart. "The frontal line shifted approximately 50 miles to the north. We only got liquid precipitation. Ergo, we must attend our beloved halls of learning."

As Trixie fled the kitchen to get ready to school, her family heard her mumbling about Lucy and stupid weathermen.