acrossthepartly-frozenStLawrenceRiver.Theriverisfullofbigpiecesofice,andifyouweretofallin,youwouldfreezeinlessthantwominutes.Onofthefavouriteeventsisthedog-sledrace,inwhichteamsofaboutsixhuskydogsplllongsledsatgreatspeedsalongasnowytrack.Onepersonrunsbehindthesled,shoutingtothedogstoencoutagethem.Thesoundofthedogsbarking,thecallsofthedriversandtheshoutsofcrowdmakeanexcitingNothernexperience.Thedogsarebeautifulstronganimals,withlong,thickfurandmanywithblueeyes.Whileadmiringtheicesculpturesecerywhereinthecity,muchlikethoseinHarbininChina,youcanstopwithothertouristsinaniglooforhotteaorcoffee.Itisamazinghowwarmtheseicehowsescanbe!Lateintheevening,youcangotothesnowpalace,whereBonhommethesnowmanisking,andjointhecrowd.Youcandanceoutsidetothemusicofaband,whoarealldressedinheavyclothes–evensometheirinstrumentsaredressedupforwinter.Finally,youwillprobablywanttositdowninacafewowarmupantoplantomorrow.Youmightjointhesnowmobileraces–ormaybeyoushouldjustsleepin!Unit2COMEANDEATHERE(1)WangPengsatinhisemptyrestaurantfeelingveryfrustrated.Ithadbeenaverystrangemorning.Usuallyhegotupearlyandpreparedhismenuofbarbecuedmuttonkebabs,roastpork,stir-friedvegetablesandfriedrice.Thenbylunchtimetheywouldallbesold.Bynowhisrestaurantoughttobefullofpeople.Butnottoday!Whywasthat?Whatcouldhavehappened?Hethoughtofhismutton,beefandbaconcookedinthehottest,finestoil.Hiscolawassugaryandcold,andhisicecreamwasmadeofmilk,creamanddeliciousfruit.“Nothingcouldbebetter,”hethought.SuddenlyhesawhisfriendLiChanghurryingby.“Hello,LaoLi,”hecalled,“Yourusual?”ButLiChangseemednottohear.Whatwasthematter?SomethingterriblemusthavehappenedifLiChangwasnotcomingtoeatinhisrestaurantashealwaysdid.WangPengfollowedLiChangintoanewsmallrestaurant.Hesawasigninthewindow.Tiredofallthatfat?Wanttoloseweight?ComeinsideYongHui’sslimmingrestaurant.Onlyslimmingfoodsservedhere.Makeyourselfthinagain.CuriositydroveWangPenginside.Itwasfullofpeople.Thehostess,averythinladycameforward.“Welcome,”shesaid.“MynameisYongHui.I’llhelpyouloseweightandbe