The male trumpeted himself around lifting his paws to get out of the squishy snow. Lifting his head at the trees, a glob of snow fell on his head, knocking him of balance. It was cloudy, but snow still metled, at least what was leaft of it. He looked up still with snow left on his nose. Shaking it off, he started walking again. Not even had he walked to steps, did he slip. Falling foward his body slid across the ground. With the spped he had fallen he zoomed acrosss the ground slamming into a fallen tree.
Rolu opeaned his eyes to see the inside of a tree. Stepping back he found himself suck, stuck in the tree. Well not all of him, it was rather just his head. Very enbarussed he started howling for help. "How does on get stuck in a tree?" asked his tiny voice.
"Alas, it falls upon my lot that I should die and you should not."
-Rolu
Copper Rock Creek
-Rolu
Copper Rock Creek