RANSVESTIA

before I felt myself beginning to slip into the snow. I got down on my stomach to spread the weight and started to do the low crawl that I had been taught in the service. I was almost to the light by now and I could see the half buried farm house, iced with a thick crust of snow on the roof. There was smoke coming out of the chimney, and looked extremely cozy, especially to one who was wet clear through, with chattering teeth and cut hands and clothes from the jagged ice. About twenty yards from the door, I finally found out the depth of the snow, I hit an extremely soft area, probably caused by the warmth of the house, and fell eight feet into the enveloping whiteness head over heels.

When I recovered I realized that I would be completely unable to climb out of the hole, so I did the only thing possible in the situation, I screamed for help. In a few moments, I heard voices outside calling to me, to locate my position. I yelled with renewed hope. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a shovel biting into the snow next to my body. I grabbed out with my last strength and hands pulled me from my hole, into what appeared to be an ice tunnel, unable to stand, almost unconscious from exposure, I was half dragged, half carried into the warmth and light. I promptly passed out.

When I awakened, I felt warm as toast. I was in a softly lighted bed- room buried under tons of covers. I opened my eyes and saw two lovely girls, both long haired blondes leaning over the bed.

"Hi, how are you feeling, now."

"Fine, I'm just grateful to be alive, where am I anyway?"

"In a little farmhouse in Vermont."

Suddenly all of the evening's events flashed in front of my mind and I explained who I was and how I got there.

"I guess that I'll have to call a wrecker, and drag my car out, so that I can get on my way.”

The girls laughed and one said, "I'm afraid not, you won't be able to get across the valley for months, and besides the road won't be open until then. We are really quite remote, and when we settled in here we expected to stay the winter. We have a phone, so you can call, but I'm afraid there is little else you'll be able to do unless you have a friend with a helicopter. My name is Penny, and my friend is Joan, we're trying an