Snow covered the floor. It was early January, so the frosty season was still lingering. Sova was sitting on one of the benches at Bark Park, snow covered bushes to his back. He loved the icy weather, his thick fur protecting him from the cold. He had a small, orangey satchel bag plopped next to him, filled to the brim with various wintery coloured yarns: blues, greys, white, and some orange for the various burning fires for heat at this time of year. The grass w...
