"It probably won't work," said Mother Hulda with an unhappy expression and vigorously shook the pillows out of the clouds so that it snowed many flakes on the earth. She finally turned to Archangel Michael, who was sitting cosily on a cloud, making a sad face. Mother Hulda felt a faint sense of hope stirring in her heart. She nervously adjusted her white bonnet and snorted loudly through her pink nose. dramatic lighting, realistic, illustration, fairytale --ar 3:4