Goldilocks and the Three Chairs

While I am thrilled to continue to provide photographic stimulation to Danger Boy (who, ironically, seems to escape the camera during his many artistic tumbles as well), I cannot let the blog go on without telling a little fairy tale of the modern kind.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved to ski. In all the excitement of powdery loveliness that fell hour upon hour, the little boy eagerly greeted each ski day early in the morn to be sure he could dazzle the damsels with his moves.
The little boy headed up the chair lift and started to make his way down the mountain. He was doing fine until he realized his ski had come off. "This one is too big," said the little boy. He put the ski back on and skied onward.
The little boy took the chair lift again and again the ski came off. "This one is too big!" exclaimed the little boy again, realizing his ski was left on the trail above him. Thankfully his trusty companion Kiwi, who was nice enough not to carry a camera, picked up the ski and returned it to him.
The little boy, in despair, headed into the lodge to have the wizards fix his ski. After some time, the little boy came out and took a third chair to the top to try the wizards work. Just a few turns into the run, the little boy giggled with glee, "this one is JUST right!"
The next weekend, the little boy went out to ski with some of his woodland friends. Shortly after reaching the mountain, the spider pig noted, "hey, this ski is TOO small!" The little boy looked on in horror as he realized that in all the wonder and excitement of having 3 consecutive powder days, he mistakenly fitted spider pig's ski to fit his boot.
In his shock and anger at the mistake, spider pig wanted to eat the little boy for lunch, instead, he chewed off the heads of the wizards who helped the little boy fit his ski and they were never heard from again.