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What a winter that year ! . . . Having for a long time roamed up hill and down dale, to the rhythm of the water cycle, Splic, a small lonely and often so sad drop of water arrived, against her will, to the north of the earth, in the cold waters of the ocean, where polar bears are kings.


          - What an icy bath ! She moaned.


          - Welcome among us, the sea angels ! shouted out, in chorus, a lot of tiny translucent
            and colorful creatures, so beautiful and cruel at the same time, swimming vertically,
            flapping their wings to move forward and spreading their tentacles to catch passing
            prey.


Splic filled with wonder by such a sight can't reply to this amazing welcome because the wind and the cold froze her and turned her into sea ice . . .


Trapped in a beautiful icy coat covered with snow, she instantly fell asleep for a long,
long, long time ...


Without knowing it, in her deep sleep, Splic worked actively for the well-being of the ocean.


The white of her beautiful coat returned to the atmosphere the rays that the sun sent on her,
thus reducing the absorption of heat by the ocean and thus its warming...


The sea salt, which she and the other frozen drops throwed out into the water, activated the mechanism of a large conveyor belt that men call "marine current" or "thermohaline circulation" ("thermo" for temperature and haline "for salt).

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