Mr. Burns wears a striped cap, a magenta sweater and olive trousers as he stands outside a blue log cabin with snow on its walls and scattered…

What happens

Mr. Burns, a frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, wears a striped cap, a magenta sweater and olive trousers as he stands outside a blue log cabin with snow on its walls and scattered objects on the wooden porch. He presses his hands against the wall, then pulls the door open and leans into the doorway, and a massive heap of snow spills out, burying him up to his shoulders. He is left stranded behind the drift, glancing sideways beside the cabin's window as the snowbank fills the foreground.

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