The Berry Trail glass bauble

Either the snow was super slippery or the hill was much steeper than it looked, thought Duncan as he sped down the ways on his sledge.
The wind froze his toes and whistled between his ears.
He zoomed along, lickety spit, shouting Weeeeee! at the top of his wee voice. In his wake, he left a trail of crimson holly berries in the sparkling snow. Every time he hit a bump his load lightened. At this rate, he would have to walk all the way back up the hill to pick them all up. That hadn't  been part of his original plan.