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With a wheeze Armando hauled himself up onto a rickety metal skeleton and then stretched out flat on his stomach. Still wheezing he began to flip snow up onto his back and head. That damned dog was at it again. Armando had thought he'd lost him after the challenge until the big blue bastard had cropped up seemingly out of thin air. It was all he could do to get away and hide. So here he was doing his best to cover himself with snow and smooth out all signs that he'd come up here. Hopefully the dog couldn't climb and hopefully from a distance what was visible of the messed up snow would be buried in shadow.

There was a sudden blush of blue visible even through his closed eyelids. Armando peeked one eye open and was alarmed to find a small cloud of fireflies hovering in front of his face. "Shoo," he whispered. When they didn't move he started to blow at them. One puff, two...no movement. He peeked around and then gently waved a paw at them. "Go on, you're gonna give me away." They were like a beacon pinpointing his exact location. They needed t- YES. His fur stood on end. That...that wasn't from the fireflies, was it?