Barder and the World's First Snow

Mac was having a brilliant day. Actually, come to think of it, it must have been night. You see Mac was the god of what humans call the stars and moon. Now having knowledge of his occupation, it is obvious that Mac, sleeping most days, was having this brilliant day at night. He and his dog Barder would wake at first twilight and chase the moon across the sky. Barder was a frost dog. Mac's father had given it to him on his fifth birthday along with the responsibility of waking up the moon. The previous boy with this responsibility had died on the eve of his sixth birthday, crashing to the earth. But Mac knew he would be better. The best.
Because Barder was a frost dog, each paw print he left in the sky froze the sky into glimmering snowflakes which would glint in the light of the moon. Mac's father knew this was a big responsibility for his young son, as well as a harsh expectation, so he allowed him to take a night, once per month, and allow him to roam the skies with his dog. This night was one such night.
Mac was having the most fun running about the night sky with Barder as ever he could remember. They would push each other to their physical and mental limits, racing around the earth, increasing with speed with each circumscription. After a while, there were millions of beautiful little snow flakes in the sky, hardly any black left. Barder, however, would not let up, each slippery step launching them faster and faster about the night sky. Mac was getting scared, with all the ice around Barder could slip and be injured badly. He began to tug o n the bridle, shouting as loud as he could for Barder to slow down. Barder was concerned for his friend and with legitemate worry, lost all concentration for running and turned his head to see what was wrong. With the sudden loss of total focus, Barder slipped and crashed into the sky, cracking his skull and bones with the intense impact. Mac, having hit his head, slumped in Barder's saddle, unconscious. They both fell in complete silence toward the ground, helpless rag dolls. Both Mac and Barder were crumpled remnences of their former selves, unrecognizable in their broken states. Then, one by one, the stars fell out of the sky, swirling slowly around the terrible scene. They fell in a sickening silence, blanketing the poor bodies, casting a biting cold all over the world. Thus came to pass the world's first snow.