Don't Cry Snowman

As soon as his auditory system caught the words of the male his elongated tail began to wag slowly. His mind roamed over the activities children festivities could have, the possibilities were endless! Perhaps a fox could be too difficult for him due to his tail, he will end up tripping all over the place and make a fool of himself. He quickly shook that idea out of his head. Now a hen, a hen he could handle.

A festival about killing? His tail crashed left and right violently, now that was more up his aisle. His tail only paused for a moment upon the male question before it began to wag again. Mud fights! joyous sonnated came forth and, confident and comofrtable around the male, he jumped forward, attempting to catch an imaginary opponent with his teacup paws. And chickens. he added, his regalia falling backwards, displaying a toothy grin towards the male.

Mordecai