Swish! Little Willy's sled flew by the schoolhouse on the outskirts of town, and then by the deserted barn. Swish! Swish! Swish! Other racers followed in hot pursuit.
"Go, Searchlight! Go!" little Willy sang out. The cold wind pressed against his face, causing his good eye to shut almost completely. The snow was well packed. It was going to be a fast race today. The fastest they had ever run.