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Cloudy with a Chance of Murder An Unnoticed Tale of the Cricket By Scott B. Smith December 24, 1941      I hear a lot of people complaining about the snow during this time of year.  Even people who've lived here all their lives and really should know it's coming.  But I don't mind it so much.  It's like spring cleaning for the city except, you know, in the winter.  The first real snow collects all the grime from the rest of the year.  Sure, it turns filthy and gray at the edges, but that gets washed down the storm drains.  After that, everything seems cle