Poor Little Bird

Today is Saturday. It is very cold here in our town. It is full of ice and snow. It is not going to stop in a few weeks. Nothing keeps me warm. Under two blankets I still feel cold.
The clothes become like ice on the clothesline. It is impossible to change their shapes. Everything is frozen. My father is making fun of us. He says "Don't touch the icy blouse, it hurts!" Everybody laughs at him.