Miss Bardot sat awonderin' what to do on a gloomy day like today.
The snow storm warnings were frightful, and staying indoors sounded safe.
Bardot hated safe.
Napoleon would not back down in this retched situation, so why should she?
"That's it!" Bardot thought, "I'll dress up as Napoleon and fight the snow! I can take them, I can take all of them."
Walking into her closet, she grabbed whatever she could to reinvent herself into the image of a warrior.
Fear did not hinder her progress during this grande endeavor. No snow would survive once they caught a glimpse of the brave lioness in her.
The outcome, was fierce:
She was hot, she was fire..but she lacked a weapon. A steak knife just wouldn't cut it in this case. [No pun intended ;=]
"I know just the thing," she whispered, "My Hercules."
Using her new avant-garde stool as a shield and a spear, she forcefully opened the door.
A blast of cold wind greeted her, and a whirlwind of snow made it difficult to see.
Who would win tonight?...