The snow was still untouched when he woke up. He was very alert in the morning and he
always liked to experience the weather no matter what it was. He didn’t really care that it might be a
shame to undo the great carpet that nature had sprinkled over the dead grass
and evergreen bushes. He had always
pranced to the bushes and peed there whenever he felt like it: they were so
conveniently located near his house.
Pretty much, he was in good shape and could get any female he wanted in
the mating season. He peeked from his
house and, with a jump, he swooshed out into the snow that was one foot by now.
It
had stopped snowing as soon as it was 5 in the morning, and was below 5
centigrade. He didn’t mind it: he was
meant for this weather. His body was
covered with white and grey fur and his eyes, blue sky with black lashes,
underlined his beauty. His look was very
sharp and his expression strong.
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