Emiko's nose now sported a rather large clump of snow that she didn't even notice. Upon her journey she fancied she smelled some wild flowers. Being herself she dove nose first into the snow, chomping down, only to find frozen earth. Needless to say she was, not only quite hydrated, but very upset. Her mood was the reason for her not seeing the aforementioned snow, as a matter of face. So she sported a small, comical mountian of snow while she tromped around, trying to look tough, and already failing.
The flat, vast plain that wonce served as a grazing ground for her and her family in the spring was now covered with white, and deep pot holes where Emiko had dug. She felt a but odd, really. She was blue among the white, she felt like a target for something. Nervously she shuffled along, trying to shake her sensless parenioa.
The flat, vast plain that wonce served as a grazing ground for her and her family in the spring was now covered with white, and deep pot holes where Emiko had dug. She felt a but odd, really. She was blue among the white, she felt like a target for something. Nervously she shuffled along, trying to shake her sensless parenioa.
