The snow was here to stay. It covered the ground with a thick blanket and turned the naked trees gray. Ice hung from almost everything, which pleased one individual immensely. Izadora, in her thickest sweater, hopped around with her mouth wide open to catch snow flakes.
Her bow and quiver were strapped over her back, but they had just as much snow on them as the ground below. She trotted over to a large tree eagerly and reached her tongue out to lick an ice sicle. She pulled up and stopped. "Ah...Ahhh!" If only mother could see her now!
