Atticus said to Jem one day, I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
I looked back at my mushy footprints. Jem said if we waited until it snowed some more we could scrape it all up for a snowman. I stuck out my tongue and caught a fat flake. It burned.
'Jem, it's hot!'
'No, it ain't, it's so cold it burns. Now don't eat it, Scout, you're waisting it. Let it come down.'