"Hmmm..." Starbridge rumbled speculatively.
Adelbert thought, Here we go, now, but complied when Starbridge told him to "pull the lever, Addy."
The machine began to whir, creak, clack, and finally sing, as gears began to turn and still others spun faster and faster. A bluish, light, somehow incredibly cold-looking, but still somehow comfortingly warm, flowed out beneath the machine as a sound like distant gale-force winds began to emanate from deep within.
"Right. Hunting for a storm, she is. Now, stoke flashboiler one."
"Yes Sir!" Adelbert pulled back on a lever that opened the relevant liquid fuel tank and shot the fuel under pressure into a tall flame that instantaneously caused the water in a tall coil of copper tubing to turn to steam. The sound of faraway stormwinds intensified, and suddenly steam, then flurries of snow, began to shoot out of the square articulated nozzle at what seemed to be the front of the contraption. The first few thousand flakes melted on the cobbles of the street, and then the onslaught of cold air and newmade snow caused the water to freeze and the snow to settle umelted. Soon, a broad and long expanse of snowy drifts had accumulated, directed by Adelbert's direction of the nozzle.
Starbridge then instructed Adelbert to point the nozzle upward , and a tall mound soon grew, the a shift to one side, and a smaller mound grew. Soon, there was a vaguely castle-shaped complex of mounds on the edge of the park and partway into the street. "There, now. We could start buildin' the castle, like we'd do at the beach, say." He said, with a twinkle in his eye for the little girl.
