Transcript

Frame:
[The page has a crude drawing of an avalanche falling on a terrified village. Everything is black and white except except for the sky; it's yellow.
Narration: It is said that all stories have to start somewhere, and this is true, so far as it goes, but finding the starting point of any story is tricky. There is usually something that happened before, some event or catalyst that triggered everything, a single snowflake that provides just enough weight to start the entire mountainside of compacted snow and ice inevitably downwards.
Sound effect on mountain: * BOOM *
Village person one: [Cupping hands in front of mouth.] Run!
Village of person two: [Holding child by the hand.] The horror!