Lost in a snow storm

Today, I ventured off to a cliff with my friend, Bobby, and we planned to hike to the summit of the mountain. Suddenly, everywhere turned grey and nothing was to be seen. Howling snow started smacking against my face like my FURIOUS granny who gave me a box on the ear. My face was in pain from the whipping snow. Trembling with coldness and my snot turning to icicles, I then realised that I lost sight of Bobby in the snow storm. I was literally crying that I could get back to him. Then, I shouted, “BOBBY!! Dumb Dumb Dumb!!!” I thought, I wanted to get back to him! But how? I tried to scour around but my instinct told me that we should be close to each other! I suddenly heard a loud scream for help! It was a hanging-to-cliff Bobby! I trudged to him and hauled him up onto the snowy precipice and we both hugged each other tight. He wept, “Thank goodness you saved me in the brink of falling! I missed you!” “We need to survive the storm by hiding in a hole in the ground.” I suggested. We dug a hole in the ground and stayed there until the storm was over.