A wanigan at my feet brimming with mollycoddled snowspheres–soft as neossoptile on the inside and coated with an icy shell–is ready to supply projectiles for a war with frugivorous entities just as ready to return fire with passionate fruits, but since most of those creatures live in the tropics and neither side can throw the distance, I will, instead, snowjuggle for you–one at a time, though, as my skills are still at the neophyte level. ; )

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