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« on: January 15, 2013, 10:28:14 PM »
Elsewhere, near a line of barren trees, another soul stirred from the snow. A little mouse woke with a start, breathing heavily and waiting for his heartbeat to settle. Sitting up on his knees, he held his arms and shivered, as snowfall began around him. He looked around nervously at the foreboding surroundings, and it took him a while to get to his feet and hurry to one of the closest trees. There was nothing to hide within, but the exposed roots provide some protection from the wind.
As he sat down and shivered, it dawned on him that somehow he was very far from home in New York City, and if he is in fact alone, he might not be able to return. He also began to sob as he tries to keep warm...