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It was a snowy day, which meant no school! The group of boys were happy to hear of it. It’s been a while since they've had some fluffy snow instead of the slushy gross one. Stan decided they could play at the park together. Originally, Cartman and Kyle rejected the idea. It would be too cold to play on the play structure due to the freezing temperatures, but Stan managed to convince them by reminding them of a hill nearby the park. It was also great since the park was just behind their neighbourhood. Just a walk through Kyle’s yard would have them there quickly.
Stan walked through the path with his three other friends behind him. The sounds of the snow crunching under their shoes were the only thing heard amidst the peaceful quiet. Kenny was dragging a sled behind them since none of his friends would want to hold it.
“Can you believe they cancelled school? That means we have an extension on the essay we were assigned!” Kyle exclaimed with a smile, following closely behind Stan.
“Yeah. It’s pretty cool.” Stan grinned. He was sure today would be fun. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood; Plus it was nice to hear that Cartman and Kyle seemed happy enough to not ruin the moment.
“Sweet.” That is all Cartman would say.
There was a gentle snowfall as they made it to the park. No one was in sight so it seemed they had the area to themselves.
Stan huffs softly. The cold winter air was biting at his cheeks. Stuffing his gloved hands in his pockets while he looked back at his friends. “Wanna try going up there?” He tilted his head to motion to the play structure.
Cartman shifted his eyes with a big and devious grin. He had an idea and everyone knew it. The heavier kid walked over to the large slide and looked up at it before glancing down at the sled just behind Kenny.
The brunette turned to his friends with a smirk. “We should try sledding down the slide.”
Those words immediately brought a scowl of annoyance to Kyle’s face. “Cartman, that's got to be one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had.”
Cartman only grinned at Kyle’s words. With a slight furrow of his eyebrow, he bore into Kyle’s eyes with a challenging look. “C’mon, jew. Are you too scared?” The brunette sneered.
Kenny spoke up, his voice muffled a little by the large hood of his parka. “I wanna do it.” He smiled. The boys can see his toothy grin peeking out of the hood. The boy with the green hat only glanced at Kenny before turning back to Cartman. “Fine. I actually wanna see Kenny do it.”
“Kick ass!” Cartman grinned just as he walked over to Kenny. “C’mon, poor boy. Do it!” He encouraged, grabbing the sled and pushing it up the ladder.
Stan and Kyle watch from down below. Stan had a smile on his face, interested as Cartman held the sled for Kenny to get himself settled onto it. Holding onto the railing of the play structure, Kenny eventually let go with a thumbs up. Kenny thought Cartman would let the sled go, but he didn’t know the boy had another thing planned.
With the approval, Cartman smiled and pushed Kenny down the slide with all his might. Granted, it wasn’t much, but the slipperiness of the slide due to the snow made it seem all the more faster and unpredictable.
“Woah dude!” Stan said as he watched Kenny practically get flung off the slide along with the sled. Kyle watched as well, his eyes wide.
Kenny plummeted down, landing on the side with the sled falling after. The snow was lying to Kenny. It looked like a nice way to safely land, but he had forgotten about the rocks below. “FUCK!” Kenny cried out, curling in on himself as he landed on a relatively large one on his lower half.
Stan and Kyle stood there in silence for a second, watching while Kenny rocked himself before bursting out into laughter. “That was sick!” Stan grinned, glancing at Kyle. Kyle looked back as he continued to laugh. “Yeah!”
Cartman was laughing as well. “Kenny get up. Your balls are fine.” Speaking as he walked over.
Kenny just continued to hold himself, groaning a little. “Why’d you push me, fatass! Fuck..!” The boy in the orange parka continued. His voice cracking a little. The rock hit his upper thigh, pretty close to his balls but it’s still painful as fuck.
Stan walks over with his hands in his pockets, looking down. Kyle followed soon after as they were now circling the youngest. “C’mon dude, at least sit up or something. Those rocks probably hurt to lay on.” Kyle suggests.
“At least he’s not dead or something.” Stan shrugs, not bothering to look up or away from Kenny. “But that’s gonna leave a gross bruise.”