It was a crisp winter day in New York City. Young Sherman gazed miserably out the window, looking completely bored.

His father, Mr. Peabody, came inside the living room with a batch of freshly-baked oatmeal raisin cookies.

He walked over to his son, holding out the platter of cookies in his paws.

"I made some cookies, Sherman. Your favorite, oatmeal raisin. Sherman?"

He noticed that Sherman had not perked up at the mention of his favorite cookies. As an experienced parent, Mr. Peabody knew that something was bothering his boy.

"Sherman, is everything all right?"

Sherman turned to look at him then looked back at the window and groaned, "It's winter, right?"

"Correct?"

"Right. But, if it's winter, where's the snow?" Sherman held his hands out towards the window. "It's like mid-December, and we haven't seen a single snowflake. Where's the snow, Mr. Peabody? Why won't it snow?"

Mr. Peabody shrugged, "The weather conditions simply haven't been right for snow. We haven't had many below-freezing days. Give it time, Sherman, I'm sure we'll get a decent snowfall sometime this winter."

Sherman groaned, "But, I want snow now! I can't wait much longer!" He fell back against the cushions of the couch in exasperation.

Mr. Peabody put a finger to his chin, "Hmm. I see. Well, as always, I snow exactly what to do."

Sherman perked up, "If it involves snow, I'm yours."

The canine genius smirked, "Indeed it does. Go put on your warmest clothes, then meet me at the elevator."