Feeling the bitter wind prickling at my cheeks, I nuzzled my nose into the ginger scarf snug around my neck. I had bought it on sale at the local grocery around a few years back, and loved it's delicate feel so much that I still hadn't lost it in the closet in the back of the living room, full of unwanted and unsuitable clothes that not even Grandma would be devilish enough to make us wear. I felt the snow crunch underneath my feet with every step I took, as the tree's branches swayed, creating their own whimsical tunes. Just walking back from my last day at school for the Christmas and New Year's holidays, I was eager, and had most of my prepubescent mind focused on all of the interesting things I would do the next month or so. So eager in fact, that I fell. Of course, right after I saw undoubtedly a flash of brown, most likely an animal of some sort, zoom not even three and a half feet in front of me. Flabbergasted, I shot my head to the left of me, where the unknown object sped off to. Sure enough, there it was. A beautiful coated, brown fox. Its beady eyes stared straight at me, and like mirrors, I saw myself staring right back. Panicked, the slim mammal dashed off, leaving a trail of fascinating paw prints dying for me to follow them. So I shuffled my way back off of the slippery ground and clumsily ran after the fox, not even looking back at the fallen notebook still lying on the winter's bed.
