When Dad Came Home (One Syllable Word Challenge for WEbook.com)

So WEbook.com challenged people to write a story (maximum of 500 words) with only one syllable words.
Since I was snowed in and feeling monosyllabic... I went in with this piece...
You can find my submission at http://www.webook.com/submission.aspx?p=c45976984b7a4aed8a31289e9704a426&st=034dce832a8d46cb803c551bc6277f47

The two boys, twins, found the dead man in the snow by the lake. A crutch at his side. Ice cupped in his eyes and closed lips.
The snow fell so fast that no one would risk the walk up to their house at the top of the hill. No one but this man. The mail would be left for them at the foot of the hill, nailed to the oak tree, in a bag.
Their Mom would say, "no one would trudge this mess."
She had sent them to get the mail.
Both of them stare at the man, the same way they stared at the deer skull their dog brought out of the woods last year. Still with fur and teeth. One eye. They hid it in the shed, to keep it safe from wolves. It too would get lost in there with the rest of their stuff. Like the old war badge, that their Dad, who had left for the great war the fall after they were born, said was worn by a man who risked his life for what he thought was right. But that was what their Mom said he said. Their most prized find was the wolf skull. It was small. Not yet a full grown wolf, and they would run the length of their yard, with the skull on their heads. They would bark at the sky, like they thought wolves would, deep in the woods at night. Much to the fright of their mom.
When it snowed, they felt like kings.
This was how they learned to pass time on snow days. The plows would come to the base of their steep hill and stop. This would leave them and their mom lost in the snow for days. Had they known it would have been this bad, their mom would have sent them to pick up more meat and a loaf of bread. They were out of salt too.
The twins walked out on the thick ice of the lake and looked back at the road where they had left the strange corpse.
"Know him?" Pat asked.
"Nope," Jake said.
"Think he's dead?"
"Well, he's all blue. You want to go put your hand to his heart and see if it's still..."
"No way! What should we do with him?" Pat said.
They could see the plow truck down the hill through the woods, with all the bare trees they've climbed. The truck turned back for town.
So the boys slipped back, and stood by the man. They licked their chapped lips and saw their breath.
"Think he's got stuff," Pat asked.
They went through his coat. He had not one thing on him but a small badge with a gold bird on a cross. They took the ring off his finger too.
Both boys felt bad for the man, but did not say so. No one would find him for days. So they left him, and walked to their shed.