Like powdered sugar on a cannoli, the snow fell over New York, dusting the sidewalks, fire escapes, and unfortunately the heads of the most prestigious crew in New York: The Orphans.

The Orphans of New York were no longer, in reality, orphans. They kept the name because they liked the sympathy it received from the outside world most strongly in coffee shops & diners. Dixxon, Godfather-Chairman, was shorter than a snowman's patience. He always wore a coat three sizes too big. His thought was that it made him mysterious, but in actuality, it made him waddle.

One snowy evening, Dixxon & The Orphans gathered in an alleyway for a mandatory meeting. Snowflakes were falling from the sky, street lights glowed bright, and the whole city was covered by this white shiny substance. It was absolutely beautiful. Dixxon tried to light a cigar but his fingers were frozen.

“Okay, listen.” Dixxon told his crew. “Tonight, we take over the Rockefeller Ice Rink.”

"Why?" asked Minaxi

Dixxon grinned. "Because who would expect a takeover on skates?"

The crew wobbled their way onto the ice, some with skill and others who looked like babies walking for the first time. As Dixxon skated, his plan was going just right; that is, until a gust of wind suddenly had his coat acting as a parachute that launched him into a triple spin disaster. As he slid across the cold ice, he wiped out 8 of his crew mates like bowling pins.

Everyone laughed. Dixxon stood up with the help of the boards and bowed.

"See? Flawless execution." He said as he was embarrassed.