Day One, April 5:
The once-mighty snow pile has faded, but it has not yet fallen. I have called my ally the Sun to assist in its destruction, as employing artificial means to defeat it myself would be dishonorable in the eyes of the snow gods, and I dare not anger them any further this year.
Day Eight, April 11:
All right, sad little snow pile, your time is coming to an end. This is your last warning.
Day Nine, April 12:
The snow pile lives on to fight another day, despite the best efforts of my ally the Sun. I cannot help but admire its plucky spirit, even as I plot its demise.
Day Ten, April 13:
Today, a shadow of its former self, the snow pile has yet to concede defeat. Even with all the light and warmth that we have thrown at it, the snow pile continues its lonely fight. Have faith, my friends - victory will soon be ours.
Day Eleven and a half, Evening:
The moment has come! Victory tastes ever so sweet. The snow pile has been banished from my land. This is truly a glorious day for us all.
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