Tiffie stared out the window. Her nose was pressed gently to the cold glass as she watched snow, light and fluffy, drifting peacefully to the ground. Much to her surprise, she had not simply ceased to exist when the temperatures kept dropping and it started snowing. She whined, she complained, she made herself a problem – but, eventually, she got used to it. Bundling up helped, but...
...after so many days of this cold, she was so bored of being inside. She liked reading, su...