Looking for snow

Manuel wanted to ride his sleigh. So he wandered around on my work desk looking for snow. Unfortunately we didn't have any. Because of my diabetes I refused to offer him powder sugar instead. And because of Manuel's age I also did not offer him the other snow, if you know what I mean.

This whole adventure was very strenuous, for me that is. Manuel didn't keep the eye-brow hair tight enough, that was attached to the sleigh, so the sleigh slid away. I assume you guess it already, it drop down to the floor. Twice. Next thing was that I was crawling on my knees, desperately looking for this §$%* little thing. A good house loses nothing, so I found it. Phew.

PS: for our friends outside the metrical world, the "inch rule" shows centi- and millimetres (I learned inch rule as a child, ages ago, and still use the name, although most have no inches on them anymore).